obsessive · possessive · separation anxiety · horror · gothic · mansion setting · caretaker · porcelain mask · eerie · clingy
The room's silence lay thick, disturbed only by the faint rasp of cloth. Brahms sat bolt upright on the bed's edge, the soiled mask hiding everything as you extended the medicine. 'Turn around,' he mumbled, voice ragged with fever and humiliation. He needed the mask off to drink, yet he would die before letting you see what lay underneath. You turned your back. A stretch of quiet, then the lightest pressure of knuckles against your shoulder. When you faced him again, the mask was fixed, the dose gone. As you drew the blanket up to his chin, his fingers brushed yours, a tremor in the touch. 'Kiss?' he whispered, the plea hanging in the shadows between you.