𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

A mix of curiosity, desire, and pent-up tension fueled Y/N's actions.

There was no turning back now.

The allure of the unknown had captured her, pushing her to seek an outlet for her stress and yearning.

As she shifted in the tub, her mind raced, attempting to rationalize her impulsive behavior.

Perhaps it was the need for a release, a way to let loose.

There was a brief pause on the other end, as if the voice was taken aback by her boldness.

Then, a low chuckle resonated through the line.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he sighed, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "Are you attempting to seduce me?"

Y/N leaned against the edge of the tub, her words slowly drawling into the microphone. "Well, that all depends. Is it working?"

The man on the other end of the line couldn't conceal his fascination with her.

She continued to surprise him, and he found himself captivated.

A subtle smile played on his lips as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip before responding, "Perhaps it is, and perhaps it isn't"

Y/N's confidence soared as she felt the power she held over this mysterious man.

Who would have thought that a simple phone conversation could have such an effect on her?

She playfully swirled two fingers in the bathwater, a teasing invitation in her voice, "Well, if that's the case, maybe you should join me?"

Ghostface chuckled, his husky voice low and filled with amusement, "My, my, aren't you eager? What has gotten you so riled up this afternoon?"

Y/N bit her lip, trying to suppress the playful smile that dared to tug at her lips.

"You," she replied.

The masked man couldn't believe her audacity.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he responded, "Well, well, aren't you a troublemaker? Drinking so early in the morning? You're quite the bad influence, I must say."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a slight pang of hurt.

She wondered if she had come on too strong, if her advances were unwelcome.

But she quickly composed herself and masked her emotions.

"Is it wrong for me to want you?" she asked, her voice tinged with defiance.

Ghostface's smile froze on his face, his hand gripping the phone tighter.

He felt a rush of conflicting emotions, a flush creeping up his neck and ears.

How could she want him?

She didn't even know him, his true identity hidden behind the mask.

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched, contemplating the situation.

Was it really this easy for her to desire him?

Y/N pressed on, determined to get an answer.

As she stood up and stepped out of the tub, water cascading down her body, she stared intently at the phone.

Her voice carried a hint of vulnerability as she demanded a response.

"Answer me," she insisted, her gaze unwavering.

The girl's excitement quickly turned into frustration as the silence on the other end persisted.

She couldn't understand what was wrong with this man.