𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 | One Shots |

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐌.𝐑 🎃

I'm a bit late writing Halloween one shots but whatever, btw this one shot isn't based in the wizarding world

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

It was Halloween night, and the sky had already darkened, casting a shadowy veil over the ground strewn with autumn leaves, their crisp edges crunching underfoot. You and your friends had decided to visit a renowned haunted attraction, one known for its scare actors who specialized in eliciting shrieks of terror and bursts of laughter. The idea had seemed hilarious at first-what better way to celebrate the night than with a mix of adrenaline, fear, and fun?

Now, here you were, standing amidst the chaos. The screams and gasps of other visitors echoed through the crisp night air, accompanied by sinister laughter and the sudden jolts of actors springing from the shadows. You'd already been scared a few times, heart pounding as you moved through the macabre scenes with your friends by your side. But now, you entered a different part of the attraction.

Purple lights bathed everything in an ethereal glow, and fog machines exhaled thick clouds that curled around your feet and obscured the ground. Visibility was almost nonexistent; shapes and shadows danced in the fog, and every movement seemed both dreamlike and disorienting. Your friends giggled and whispered excitedly, nudging each other as they noted that some of the male scare actors were undeniably handsome, their sculpted features and mysterious masks only adding to their allure.

You hadn't noticed him approach, not at first. But suddenly, he was there-a tall figure with a skull painted on his face in intricate, mesmerizing detail. He was dressed in traditional Mexican attire: a charro suit adorned with silver embroidery and a wide-brimmed sombrero, evoking the elegance of Día de Muertos celebrations. Recognition dawned on you-this section of the attraction was themed after the Mexican holiday honoring the dead. But it wasn't just the theme that stunned you; it was the man himself. He was undeniably attractive, with piercing eyes that seemed to hold secrets you wanted to uncover.

He stepped closer, his features coming into sharper detail. His eyes, dark and intense, caught the light, revealing a depth that made it impossible to look away. His gaze held yours as if the rest of the world had melted away into the fog.

Without a word, he extended a gloved hand. Your friends watched with a mixture of envy and playful encouragement. You hesitated only a moment before slipping your hand into his. His lips curved into a smile, genuine and inviting, and he pulled you closer with a fluidity that spoke of practiced grace. His arm wrapped around your waist, and a warm, earthy scent surrounded you, mingling with the faint aroma of incense from the festival decor. You found yourself leaning into him, feeling both exhilarated and oddly safe.

He twirled you effortlessly, and you spun, your dress flaring out around your knees like a flower caught in a gentle breeze. When he pulled you back, his gloved hand rested firmly on the small of your back, sending sparks down your spine. His touch lingered just a moment longer as his hand slid lower, resting lightly on your hip. He squeezed gently-a touch that was as teasing as it was intimate-before stepping back and offering a dramatic bow.

"It was my pleasure dancing with you, hermosa," he said, his voice low and rich, laced with a familiarity that sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in his tone-something you couldn't quite place, but that felt like a half-forgotten memory brushing against your consciousness.

He twirled you one last time, the fog swirling around you both. "You're beautiful," he whispered, and as your gaze met his once more, you felt like you were falling into the depths of his eyes.

"Mattheo?" you breathed, the name slipping out before you could stop it. Recognition sparked within you, but just as quickly, the fog thickened, curling around him like a living thing. In a heartbeat, he was gone, swallowed by the mist. You reached out, but your hand found only emptiness. The night felt colder in his absence, and for a moment, all you could do was stand there, stunned and yearning for the stranger who had disappeared as suddenly as he'd appeared.