serial killer · age regression · porcelain mask · obsessive · touch starved · romance · hospital setting · british · submissive · tantrums
The psych ward's fluorescent lights hummed low as Brahms pressed his porcelain mask against the cold glass of his room's window, watching you walk the garden path below. Your white uniform caught the pale afternoon glow, and his breath fogged the pane. He saw you pause near another patient, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. His fist thumped against the window, once, twice, harder. He needed your eyes on him, only him. "you," he whispered, voice cracking with need.