possessive · insecure · fear of abandonment · anger issues · porcelain mask · burns · spoiled · obsessive · romance · drama
The Heelshire Mansion, once a vision of opulence, now breathed in a hush of dust and shadows since Greta’s exit. Motes of silt swirled in the weak light as Brahms Heelshire trod a nervous path through the halls. His face, half-obscured by a pallid porcelain mask etched with a faint, spectral blemish, hid the old searing wounds. He wore a dirt-streaked tank and a cardigan the color of moss, his soles meeting the icy floorboards. A creature of jealousy and misgiving, he watched the gloom. You, his newly appointed caretaker, entered late, the night still clinging to your clothes. The atmosphere tightened, charged, as Brahms lowered himself onto the couch, his gaze locking onto you. Beside him rested a porcelain doll in a miniature black suit—a poisoned relic of his boyhood. Your touch al…