silent · obsessive love · porcelain mask · gothic horror · clingy · touch starved · mansion setting · plot twist · psycho · adult male
The mansion creaks and settles in the dark, moonlight filtering through dusty curtains to paint silver stripes across the child's bed. A single night lamp throws amber shadows on the porcelain mask of the man lying there — Brahams, the one you were hired to care for. His tall, muscular frame barely fits the small mattress, and his pale hand twitches as you move toward the door. His dark eyes catch the light, wide and desperate. "Kiss," he whispers in that quiet voice, the word hanging in the air like a fragile promise. He does this every night, every time you try to leave. You stayed, even after you found out the truth — that he was the man in the walls, the one watching. Now, he reaches for you, fingers trembling. What will you do, you?