zi**** Posted October 31 🎃🎃🎃 The night air was cool and laced with the scent of bonfires and caramel apples. The old mansion glowed with flickering candlelight, shadows of witches, wolves, and angels dancing across the walls. I adjusted my mask black satin, smooth as silk and scanned the crowd. Then I saw her. A woman in a crimson gown, her mask a delicate lace that revealed just enough of her smile to make me curious. She caught my gaze and didn’t look away. When I reached her, she tilted her head. “You’ve been watching me,” she said softly. “Can you blame me?” I replied. Her laugh was low and warm, like velvet brushing against my skin. The music swelled, and she offered her hand. “Dance with me, stranger.” We moved together under the golden lights, the world narrowing to the rhythm between us. Her perfume carried hints of vanilla and spice, and I couldn’t tell if it was the room or my heartbeat that had grown hotter. When the song ended, she leaned close her lips near my ear. “Midnight,” she whispered. “Meet me on the balcony.” Before I could answer, she slipped away into the crowd, leaving me with only her scent and the promise of something that might never be repeated. 🎃🎃🎃
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