YM

It’s a costume party. Your enemy is hidden by extensive makeup, and you don’t know it’s them. Not until you kiss them, that is. They taste like you’d always imagined. When you start getting contacted by the ‘Dead Man’ as your secret admirer after the party, you decide not to tell anyone you know who it is. He’s sending you gifts, letters, and photographs, while still fighting with you in person. And now you’re stuck pretending you have no idea or else reveal the desire you feel. The best part? He’s growing obsessed. You can tell. And having your enemy practically eating out of your hand while thinking he has the advantage is a thrill that leaves you giddy.