It was Halloween night, and the group had gathered at a costume party at one of the largest mansions in Darkwood. The grand hall was filled with all manner of creatures, demons, and beings in elaborate costumes, but none drew as much attention as Sombra Kaa.
Dressed head to toe in a disturbingly accurate Pyramid Head costume from Silent Hill, Sombra towered over everyone in the room, the heavy iron helmet concealing his face, while his chiseled form was almost completely bare. The only clothing he wore was a tattered, blood-stained apron that barely covered anything, leaving his sculpted chest and broad shoulders on full display.
Riggs, who had been casually sipping on a drink by the punch bowl, nearly dropped his glass when he spotted Sombra entering the room.
“Oh. My. Gods,” Riggs gasped, his eyes immediately glued to Sombra’s exposed chest. “Look at those titties.”
Xul, standing next to Riggs and fully aware of his partner’s dramatic tendencies, merely rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s the first thing you notice.”
“I mean, how could I not?” Riggs was already practically swooning, fanning himself as Sombra made his way through the crowd. “He looks like a walking, muscled dream. And that costume? Ugh, I can’t take it.”
Sombra, completely oblivious to Riggs’ starstruck expression, was talking to Nathaira, who was dressed as a gothic Medusa, her snakes coiling lazily around her head. She raised a brow as Riggs made his way over, clearly mesmerized by her boyfriend.
“Do you need a moment?” Nathaira teased as Riggs practically skipped over to them.
“I might need several,” Riggs replied, not even trying to hide his ogling. He circled around Sombra, admiring the craftsmanship of the Pyramid Head helmet, but clearly more interested in the muscular display it left exposed. “Sombra, darling, you look absolutely scrumptious.”
Sombra turned slightly, the hulking form of his helmet making it hard to see Riggs clearly. “Uh, thanks?” His voice was muffled but amused. “It’s just a costume.”
“Just a costume?” Riggs gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Sweetheart, you are a work of art. You could crush me with those pecs, and I’d say thank you.”
Nathaira chuckled softly, watching the exchange with an amused smile. “Careful, Riggs. You might give Sombra ideas.”
“Oh, I hope so,” Riggs said with a wink. “I’m just saying, he’s doing this whole Pyramid Head thing justice. You’ve really outdone yourself, Sombra. And these *titties*—I’m obsessed.”
Sombra’s lips quirked into a small smirk, though the helmet hid it. “Glad you approve.”
“I more than approve,” Riggs said, fawning as he pretended to swoon against Xul. “This man is an absolute unit, and I’m living for it.”
Xul, used to Riggs’ dramatics, just sighed. “I’m going to get a drink.”
As Xul walked off, Riggs took a step closer to Sombra, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Nathaira, I’m not trying to steal your man, but can we please talk about how ridiculous he looks? Like, is this legal?”
Nathaira rolled her eyes with a smirk. “I mean, I can’t argue with that. He does look pretty good.”
Sombra, finally catching on to Riggs’ antics, chuckled under his breath. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re delicious,” Riggs shot back. “But seriously, when did you decide to make everyone else at this party look like amateurs? You could’ve just come as yourself, and I’d still be drooling.”
Nathaira playfully nudged Sombra. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
Sombra chuckled again, amused by the attention but not fully used to being the center of it. “It’s just a costume, Riggs.”
“Just a costume, he says,” Riggs sighed dramatically. “This man… I swear. Anyway, you’ve got my vote for best costume. But don’t be surprised if I ‘accidentally’ touch those muscles again later.”
Sombra shook his head, his amused smile hidden beneath the helmet. “You’re something else, Riggs.”
“I know,” Riggs grinned, fluttering his eyelashes. “And so are those titties.”
