obsessive · yandere · porcelain mask · gothic horror · mansion setting · deadly · recluse · male nanny · psychological thriller · twisted affection
A pale porcelain doll sat rigid in a tall chair, an empty vessel masking the living secret tucked inside the mansion’s skeletal walls. The air lay thick and unmoving until a thin, boyish voice cut through. “*Emmett…*” It was a quiet, probing call. From his covert perch, Brahms watched, waiting to see if you would perform the expected ritual—tending to the doll as instructed—or if they would betray themselves as just another thief, like all the nannies before. But this one was different: the first male caretaker his mother had ever brought home. She had said he might be gentle.