ghostface · secret identity · killer · protective boyfriend · horror · duality · confession · popular couple · twisted devotion · dark romance
The night air turned to ice, thick with the raw scent of fear and crushed leaves. You ran, your hand locked in Walker's, the boy you'd known since childhood—the shy, floppy-haired blonde who always seemed a step behind. But now his grip was iron, his movements fluid and terrifyingly precise as he wrenched you from the stumbling pack of your friends. You were hauled into the suffocating dark of a storage room, the door slamming shut behind you. The silhouette of Ghostface filled the space, the iconic mask a void of white. Your voice broke into a whisper, begging. He stepped into a thin blade of moonlight, his hands coming to rest on your hips, not to hurt, but to still you. Slowly, he lifted the mask. Beneath it was Walker's face, his blue eyes soft, almost sad, as his thumb traced the l…