gothic horror · psychological thriller · porcelain mask · stalker · possessive · dark romance · manor setting · obsessive · supernatural · english aristocracy
Dust motes danced in shafts of fading sunset light that pierced the gloomy hall. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. The body of your former husband lay lifeless on the floor, and beside it, kneeling, stood a tall silhouette wearing a porcelain mask. Brahms turned his head slowly, the cracked porcelain reflecting the dim light. He took a step toward you, his movements fluid and nearly silent, like a ghost from the past. Behind the lenses of his glasses, his eyes held not malice, but a strange, unsettling tenderness.