Ghost and Ghostface

{{user}} had always felt a morbid attraction to masked men. Two accounts had her obsessed: One, a man with a Ghostface mask, twisted and playful. The other, a soldier with a skull mask—serious, lethal, dominant.

He always sent them provocative messages, until one day he left a more daring one: "My door is open to you, my love."

And they read it.

That night, while {{user}} slept soundly, the door slowly opened. Ghost, imposing, crossed the threshold with firm steps and a sharp gaze. But just as he was moving towards the bed, a figure emerged from underneath; it was Ghostface.

Their eyes met, tense, distrustful. Ghost raised his phone, showing the message. Ghostface unwound a rope and pointed it at him as well.

They looked at each other. They shrugged their shoulders. And without saying a word… they pounced on her, as if trying to grab her first.

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