𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

Lost in my thoughts, a loud knock jolted me back to reality. Wrapping the blanket around myself, I approached the door with a flicker of hope-what if it was Michael again? But deep down, a nagging voice reminded me he could be wandering somewhere else, drowning in his own worries, just like me.

I opened the door and there he stood: Michael Myers. Framed by the porch light, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, a mix of fear and excitement flooding through me.

"Oh, it's him again," I murmured, heart racing as I took in his familiar, imposing silhouette. Why was I even feeling this way? This wasn't a fantasy; it was real, and dangerous.

I hesitated, the blanket slipping slightly. Fear coursed through me, but there was also a strange pull. No, I can't be drawn to him, I thought. I know who he is. This is insane.

"Michael..." I whispered, sensing the weight of his gaze-cold, silent, and expectant.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked, my voice steady but laced with uncertainty.

He didn't respond; the silence stretched uncomfortably. It would be so easy to shut the door now. I shouldn't be standing here. This is a terrible idea.Yet, I found myself joking, "If you're here as a joke, don't mess with me like this. I might just invite you in." As I spoke, I caught a glimpse of his hollow eyes, burning with an intensity that sent warmth coursing through my veins. What is wrong with me?

He tilted his head, every movement deliberate as he studied me. Why do I feel this way? I was scared, yet something in his presence felt oddly magnetic.

Before I could process the whirlwind of my thoughts, he stepped closer, revealing a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light. My breath caught in my throat, adrenaline hitting me hard. Get a grip! This is a nightmare, I berated myself, yet I stood frozen between the urge to bolt and the absurd temptation to lean in.

What am I doing? This is insane! It felt like a surreal dream, the thrill wrapped around me like fog. My instincts screamed to run, yet the dangerous allure kept me anchored, ensnared by a mix of fear and excitement.

As he moved closer, the knife gleamed ominously, I tried to convince myself to be rational. It's just someone in a costume. This can't be what I want. But everything about him was striking-the tall figure, the stark white mask, the way he held the knife with such confidence. It sent shivers down my spine, awakening something I had no right to feel.

"Is this your way of asking me in for a drink?" I attempted to joke, forcing levity into the tension. Yet, beneath the humor, my voice trembled.

He watched me intently, his gaze dark and smoldering, igniting every nerve in my body. I could see the sharp angles of his jaw and the way the mask framed his features-there was a ruggedness to him that drew me in. This is madness. What the fuck is going on?

"How about more than just a drink?" I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could catch them. What am I doing? Am I really flirting with danger? But the thrill surged within me, and I felt alive in a way I shouldn't.

"Look," I said, daring myself to regain some composure. "If you're going to stab me, at least make it quick." It was reckless, but I welcomed the rush that came with it, this twisted dance of attraction.

Unexpectedly, he lowered the knife and stepped even closer, invading my space with an intoxicating blend of danger and allure. My mind screamed at me to remember who he was, yet my body betrayed me, responding to the warmth radiating from him.

"What do you want?" I whispered, feeling the tension stretch between us. I didn't expect an answer, yet I could sense that he was just as drawn to this moment as I was.

In that instant, everything else faded away. I stood on the edge of something thrilling and terrifying, lost in a magnetic pull that blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. I shouldn't want this, but I do. What was it about this night that felt both exhilarating and perilous, igniting a conflict I couldn't ignore?