𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝙲𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

Y/N lay in bed, her body gradually succumbing to the embrace of sleep.

In the quiet solitude of her room, she briefly contemplated reaching for a shirt, but the weight of drowsiness settled upon her like a gentle lullaby.

Her eyelids grew heavy, slowly descending to veil her eyes. As slumber beckoned, a faint blush adorned her cheeks, an innocent sign of tranquility.

Unbeknownst to her, an unseen presence steadily filled the room, its presence growing more palpable with each passing moment.

Yet, Y/N drifted deeper into the realm of dreams, oblivious to the force that surrounded her.

As she lay in her room, Ghostface soon towered over her, swiping a gloved thumb over her cheek, "You really shouldn't drink so much."

He sat silently, his gaze fixated on her form, his eyes exploring every curve and contour.

His attention lingered a little too long on her chest, subtly rising and falling with each breath she took.

He clenched his fists, feeling the pulsating heat coursing through his body.

The tightness in his jeans was a maddening reminder of his growing arousal.

With a deep, controlled breath, he attempted to regain his composure, but the image of her body lingered in his mind, fueling his desires.

He knew he had to resist, to maintain his focus on the task at hand.

With a shaky hand, he adjusted his mask, hoping to hide the conflicting emotions that threatened to consume him.

...

Y/N awoke to the gentle caress of sunlight streaming through her blinds, casting warm rays across her face.

As she stirred, she noticed the comforting weight of a blanket draped over her, a silent reminder of the previous night.

With a soft sigh, she reclined back onto her bed, burying her face in the plush pillow.

"Well, at least I'm alive," she mumbled, relief evident in her voice.

However, her brief moment of solace was interrupted as a wave of realization washed over her.

She sat up abruptly, her cheeks tinged with a deep blush.

Looking down at her chest, she became acutely aware of her vulnerability from the night before.

The memories flooded back, and a mix of apprehension coursed through her veins.

She knew she needed to confront the events of the previous night and uncover the truth that lay beneath.

Her phone began to ring, and Y/N's heart rate quickened as she answered it with embarrassment.

"Were you in my room last night!? Are you some kind of pervert?" she blurted out, her voice laced with accusation.

On the other end of the line, Mindy sounded taken aback.

"Woah... Who are you calling a pervert? What are you even talking about?"

There was genuine confusion in her tone.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she realized her mistake.

"Sorry," she stammered, her embarrassment evident in her voice. "It's nothing, what's up?"

"'It's nothing, what's up?' Where even were you last night, Y/N?" Mindy asked, her tone accusatory.

Y/N furrowed her brows and stood up slowly, a sense of unease settling in.