𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

I was lost in my thoughts when the pounding on my door pulled me back to reality. Tucking the blanket around myself, I walked over, a flicker of hope igniting within me-maybe it was Michael again. My heart sank as I remembered he could be anywhere, lost like I was in my own worries.

Gripping the bowl in one hand, I opened the door, and there he stood: Michael Myers. His outline was framed by the porch light, and my pulse quickened with a mix of fear and excitement.

"God, it's him again," I muttered to myself, keenly aware of his familiar shape and those hands-large, intimidating, and just as I remembered.

With my heart racing, I hesitated, the blanket slipping slightly. I felt both anxious and drawn to him.

"Michael..." I whispered, unsure of what to say. His gaze was fixed on me, and he remained silent, waiting for my reaction.

I stepped a bit closer, trying to steady myself. "What are you doing here?" I finally asked, my voice steady but soft.

He didn't respond, just continued to stare, the moment stretching uncomfortably between us. I felt the weight of the silence and knew I couldn't bring myself to close the door."Look, I really love Michael Myers, so if you're here as a joke, don't joke with me like this or I might just take you inside," I joked, trying to mask the wild flutter of my heartbeat with humor. Watching him through the mask, I caught a glimpse of his eyes-hollow yet burning with an intensity that sent a jolt of heat racing through my veins. He slowly tilted his head, taking in every inch of me with a predatory gaze that sent shivers down my spine.

God, this was really happening. My heart raced at the absurdity of the moment: I was standing before a figure whose reputation was built on horror, and yet his presence felt oddly magnetic. Those large, intimidating hands, which had once sent shivers of dread coursing through me, now seemed strangely enticing, as if they belonged to a dark fantasy rather than a nightmare.

This was just someone in a costume, right? And yet, there was something undeniably captivating about him; it felt as if he were drawing me in. The world around me blurred, and all I could focus on was the charged atmosphere between us. The cold night air vanished, replaced by a warmth that felt inviting.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he stepped closer, his movements deliberate and smooth. It was as if time slowed down when he revealed a hidden knife from behind his hands, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me. I stood frozen, caught between the instinct to run and the overwhelming urge to dissolve into this surreal encounter.

What am I doing? This is crazy. It's just someone in a costume. But the way he looked at me made it hard to think rationally. My heart raced, each beat echoing my internal conflict: Do I scream? Do I turn and flee? Or... should I stay? The thrill of danger wrapped around me like a fog, blurring my sense of safety. Every instinct screamed at me to run, yet the pull of the moment anchored me in place, ensnared by an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement. I felt trapped, my thoughts spiraling-this intense moment could go either way. What was it about this night that felt both terrifying and irresistibly enticing?

As he stepped closer, the knife glinted ominously in the dim light, but it was hard to focus on the blade when everything else about him was so striking. His height was imposing, casting a long shadow that seemed to swallow the space between us. The mask seemed to intensify the mystery, its stark white surface contrasting sharply with the darkness around us. It was a tantalizing allure that stirred an involuntary heat within me.

Even his hands were sexy-large and powerful, fingers that looked capable of both danger and tenderness. They moved with deliberate grace, and I found myself captivated by the way they held the knife, confident and steady. My heart raced not just from fear but from a wild and unexpected excitement as I imagined those hands exploring rather than threatening.

"Is this your way of asking me in for a drink?" I managed to joke, trying to break the tension that hung heavily in the air. My voice wavered, but I pushed on, drawn deeper into his magnetic presence.

He tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. His gaze-dark and smoldering-seemed to penetrate the mask, leaving me feeling exposed and electrified. I couldn't help but notice the defined angles of his jaw and the way the mask hugged his features, outlining a face that would have made him striking even without the facade. There was a ruggedness about him, an allure that overpowered the fear I felt.

"How about a little more than just a drink?" I chimed in, the words slipping out before I could filter them. The thrill of the moment surged through me, and I wondered if I was flirting with danger or simply caught in a fantasy that had come to life.

"Look," I said, trying to reclaim some composure. "If you're going to stab me, at least make it quick." It was a reckless challenge, yet I found a rush within that readiness, an attraction swirling with every heartbeat.

To my surprise, he lowered the knife, stepping closer still, invading my space with an intoxicating blend of danger and allure. His body was solid, every muscle defined beneath the fabric of his costume, and as he moved nearer, I felt the warmth radiating from him, wrapping around me like a soft embrace.

"What do you want?" I whispered, unable to tear my gaze from him. The question hung between us, thick with uncertainty. I didn't expect a response-perhaps just an acknowledgment of the tension that crackled in the air-but the way he regarded me made my pulse quicken further.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The world blurred, and I realized I was standing on the edge of something thrilling and frightening. The allure of the unknown drew me in, and with every breath, I felt myself curving closer to this unexpected seduction, tempting fate with the magnetism of my masked stranger.