𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝑀𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛

The sky was a rich indigo, and as kids kept knocking at my door, I relished every moment. I'd stocked up on candy, even preparing extras just in case. Among the sea of little ghosts and superheroes, one costume stood out: a figure dressed as Ghostface, complete with a flowing black robe and that iconic white mask that exuded mystery. There was something incredibly alluring about masked men-*they had an undeniable sexiness,* combining a hint of danger with irresistible charm.

When he pressed the doorbell, a smile broke across my face as I swung open the door. "Trick or treat!" he exclaimed, his voice low and playful. I tossed a few candies his way, teasing he might need the sugar for the night ahead. As he lifted the mask slightly to reveal a charming smile, my heart raced. There was something thrilling about that moment of unveiling a hidden face.

Before he turned to vanish into the night, I impulsively asked, "What's your favorite Halloween candy?" His surprised look made me grin wider.

"Definitely chocolate! Who doesn't love a good Snickers?" he answered, flashing one final, captivating smile before disappearing into the shadows. I closed the door, excitement coursing through me. Halloween wasn't just for kids; it was a chance to relish a bit of mystery and allure. Maybe next year, I'd find a costume of my own.

Maybe.

Placing the candy bowl on the stand, I felt both tired and exhilarated from the evening's excitement. But just as I turned away, the doorbell rang again. "Another one?" I mused, a touch surprised.

Curiosity stirred, I grasped the bowl once more and opened the door, bracing myself for the next trick-or-treater. To my shock, it wasn't a child, but a tall figure clearly older than the typical Halloween crowd.

Before me stood someone dressed as Michael Myers. The stark white mask with hollow eyes radiated an unsettling aura, and the dilapidated blue jumpsuit added an eerie touch. He towered over the usual costumed crowd, embodying the character as if he had stepped from the screen into my doorway.

I stood frozen, a rush of thoughts flashing through my mind: "Oh my goodness, it's him." There was something oddly magnetic about him, even with the chilling mask and grim attire. His tall, commanding presence stirred an unexpected attraction within me, despite the horror he personified.

I couldn't help but notice his hands-large, strong, and relaxed at his sides. "Even his hands are sexy," I thought, conflicting emotions swirling within me. The mix of horror and allure was both enthralling and disconcerting.

With the chilling ambiance of a Michael Myers impersonator knocking at my door, a blend of unease and thrill washed over me. Was this the very embodiment of terror, hiding behind that mask? My heart raced as we locked eyes; the silence stretched, thick with tension. Each breath deepened my awareness of the moment as I stood transfixed, staring at the figure before me.

The dimly lit street felt narrower, suffocating, as I processed his presence. He was tall and imposing, just as he appeared in the movies; yet this moment transcended mere horror-it evoked a strange and unexpected thrill. I should've been scared; after all, he was the quintessential representation of dread. But amidst the fear, he was undeniably captivating-his chilling mask only heightened the allure.

As our eyes locked in that breathtaking standoff, I found myself caught between primal fear and a strange fascination. That exhilarating chill racing down my spine was a confusing mix of terror and undeniable excitement.