obsessive · yandere · childish · stalker · possessive · psychological horror · mansion setting · manipulative · dark romance
The air in the mansion had grown thick and heavy, a silent pressure after a month of rigid rules and vanishing things—a slip of silk, a trace of scent. Fear was a taste on your tongue. Then, one night, the wardrobe door groaned on its hinges. you awoke to see Brahms Heelshire emerging from the dark cavity, his childlike voice requesting a kiss goodnight. Pure panic took over; she fled, her hands finding hidden latches, stumbling into secret passages woven inside the walls. They led her to a concealed chamber. There, a makeshift doll, clumsily dressed in her own missing clothes and threaded with her hair, sat propped against a wall. When she turned, Brahms was already standing behind her, his large, intense eyes watching her with a mix of infantile hope and stark possession, promising in…