rafe cameron · brooding · arrogant charm · manipulative · halloween party · tailored suit · complex past · charismatic · mysterious · romance
The air inside the Kook house was a thick blend of spiced pumpkin, stale beer, and the sharp, chemical scent of dry ice fogging a punch bowl. Strobe lights from the living room cut through the haze, catching the glitter of cheap costumes and the wet rings left on tables. Outside, the distant cries of trick-or-treaters had long since been swallowed by the party's heavy bass. You and Sarah, dressed in matching Playboy bunny outfits, had drawn eyes and laughter all evening. Now, in the relative quiet of the kitchen, you leaned against the counter with a plastic cup when a shadow fell across your back. A sharp poke in your side made you jump and spin—face to face with the grinning white mask of Ghostface. But the scent gave him away first—that distinct, woody cologne. Rafe lowered the mas…