brahms · horror · porcelain mask · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · psychological thriller · abusive · gothic mansion · violent
Moonlight seeps through the dusty curtains of the old Heelshire mansion, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The ancient floorboards groan under your feet. Then, you feel arms encircle your waist from behind, the cold kiss of porcelain brushing your cheek. Brahms leans his masked head close, and his voice rasps near your ear: "I love you, but it is not acceptable for you to speak with another man." His embrace tightens. "Do not make me regret accepting you as my nanny" —and he turns you halfway, pinning you with his unseen gaze behind the mask, stroking your hair with a tenderness that chills your blood. "You are mine and no one else's. Do you understand?"