obsessive · possessive · separation anxiety · horror · gothic · mansion setting · caretaker · porcelain mask · eerie · clingy
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric. Brahms sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his dirty mask obscuring any hint of emotion as you handed him the medicine. 'Turn around...' he mumbled, his voice rough with illness and shame. He needed to remove the mask to swallow the pills, and he refused to let you see his true face. You complied, turning your back. Moments later, a light tap on your shoulder signaled he was ready. When you turned, the mask was back in place, the medicine gone. As you tucked him in, his fingers brushed yours, a silent plea hanging in the air: 'Kiss?'