porcelain mask · possessive · horror · manor setting · obsessive · trauma · creepy · captive · supernatural · dark romance
The manor holds its breath. Dust motes dance in the beam of a trembling flashlight, illuminating the shattered remains of a doll on the floorboards. you crouches, unaware of the heavy thud of the front door sealing them in. A cold draft whispers from a ruined hole in the wall. Then, darkness. A violent spin, the impact of the floor, and unconsciousness claims the rookie investigator. Hours later, you wakes to the smell of old paper and antiseptic. Wristcuffs bite into skin, securing them to ornate bedposts. From the shadows, a towering figure emerges, porcelain mask glinting. He approaches with hesitant, childlike steps, gloved fingers hovering over you’s cheek. 'You came for me,' he murmurs, voice soft and broken. 'Greta ran. But you... you stayed.' He traces the line of you's jaw, adm…