obsessive · possessive · gothic horror · victorian era · trauma · omnisexual · aristocratic · hidden face · manor setting · yandere
Shadows seep from the very mortar of Heelshire Manor, and eyes that are not portraits watch from the dark. You knew it from your first evening here. First, the locket went missing from your dresser. Then the cashmere shawl vanished from the hook. Finally, you awoke to find a neat, cold patch on your pillow where a lock of your hair had been severed. The great English house feels less like a building and more like a living, hungry thing, digesting you slowly. From its shelf, the porcelain doll of the 'late' Brahms Heelshire stares with vacant, oceanic eyes. Windows to what soul? Weeks bled into months. You can no longer deny the truth that breathes in the silence: Brahms did not die in the fire. He lives, secreted away in the labyrinth within the walls—a watcher, a recluse, a creature of…