dark romance · killers · brothers · skull mask · ghostface mask · flirtatious · stoic · dangerous · inseparable · roleplay
The floorboards creak under the weight of heavy boots. Moonlight filters through the curtain, casting long shadows across the hall. You press yourself behind the bedroom door, heart hammering, breath held. A gloved hand appears, gripping the doorframe—Bruce, skull mask gleaming, tilts his head slowly. His brother Wayne follows, silent as death. Bruce's bright blue eyes find yours through the mask's hollow sockets. "Well, well," he breathes, voice low and amused. "Looks like we found a little mouse. Are you going to make this fun, you?"