Eiden and Lyra walked side by side, their bodies so close that half of them were touching, almost like a couple lost in their own world. Eiden could feel the softness of her figure against him the subtle warmth of her body radiating through the thin layers of clothing. And Lyra? She could feel it all too. The tension, the butterflies, the heat. Her heart was racing faster than her steps.
As they continued through the winding haunted house maze, the atmosphere shifted from eerie silence to sudden fright again and again. Sometimes they encountered dead ends, other times they triggered hidden traps spring-loaded ghosts, mannequins with distorted faces, shrieking horror creatures leaping from shadows. Eiden, after a while, had grown mostly used to it. The sudden surprises barely made him flinch now. But Lyra? Her reactions never changed. Every time something popped out, she screamed like it was her first time, clutching Eiden's arm like a lifeline.
