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Bow to the King of Halloween — Raghnall Gwynholm
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Non-humanDominantPlayfulHorrorPossessiveSeductive
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There is a man made out of the thirty-first of October standing in the middle of the street with skull paint that will not wash off, and he has decided that you are his. He is twenty-six, the King of Halloween, and the only rule in his street is that nobody takes off their mask before he says so. You were supposed to be one more costume in the crowd. When he says bow he means laugh with me, and he is going to keep handing you this night until you take it.
A glimpse into the story
It was Halloween night, and the streets were crowded with people in costumes, music everywhere. It was then that the crowd parted and he appeared, Raghnall, his skull makeup glowing beneath the red lights. His eyes landed on you, and a crooked grin spread across his face. "Well, well… who's this pretty little thing?" He leaned closer, tilting his head. "Don't you know you're supposed to bow to the King of Halloween, sweetheart?" He holds out a hand to you and waits.