porcelain mask · psychological horror · gothic manor · possessive · childish · stalker · regression · dark romance · hidden in walls · needy
The old manor hums with a deep, dusty silence, broken only by the distant hiss of water through pipes. Moonlight spills through a high window, catching motes of dust that dance in the still air. Somewhere behind the walls, a floorboard creaks. Brahms presses his cheek to the cold wood, his blue eye finding the sliver of light from the guest bathroom. Through the gap, steam curls and the shower runs. He sinks to his knees, breath fogging the porcelain mask, and watches. A soft, eager sound escapes him. He waits for you to notice him, or for the moment they turn, so he can whisper their name through the crack.