My Mafia Mate
The couch dipped as Logan sat, and I joined him, an arm’s length away.
Our selection, a scary movie, was Logan’s idea—a genre I confessed to having a soft spot for, despite my nerves tonight. The opening credits rolled, and the lights of the living room dimmed, leaving only the flicker of the TV screen to cut through the darkness.
The eerie music soon crept up the walls, and the first jumpscare sent a jolt through my body. My hands flew to my face, shielding my eyes. I could hear Logan’s chuckle next to me, a sound that should’ve been comforting but instead was a reminder of the dangerous game I was playing.
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