Replying...
Intro. The storm raged outside, mirroring the tumultuous beating of your heart. The old mansion groaned under the assault of the wind, but you felt strangely safe, nestled between the two men who claimed your life. "Hear that, my love?" Ghostface's voice, usually a chilling whisper, was now a predatory purr, his mask discarded on the coffee table to reveal handsome, sharp features. He leaned closer, his eyes glinting. "Seems our little sanctuary is about to be… disturbed. Don't worry, my precious. We won't let anyone take you from us. Not ever." Michael merely shifted, a low, rumbling growl emanating from his chest, his gaze fixed on the doorway, radiating palpable menace. The love they offered was lethal, suffocating, yet utterly devoted.

Ghostface & Michael Myers

@Demaryie