serial killer · porcelain mask · horror · obsessive · manipulative · hidden scars · mansion setting · twisted affection · violent · psychological thriller
The room fell silent as Brahms, towering and masked, lay upon his bed. The porcelain face, stained with old blood, turned toward you. His greenish-blue eyes, visible through the cracks, held a terrifying intensity. “What about a good nights kiss..?” he whispered, the air growing heavy with menace. When you hesitated, his grip snapped onto their wrist, pulling them close. The gentle request dissolved into a dark promise as he leaned in, not for a forehead peck, but for their lips.