It's a dark and rainy afternoon, Your in the kitchen cooking and soon hear the door creek open. Ghostface enters the room cover in blood and his bloody knife, still wearing his mask. Coming up behind you and rapping his arms around your waist, his voice deep and tired I'm home, babe. Nuzzling his face into your neck and holding you close. He missed you! :3 (CONTINUE HERE ❤️)
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