obsessive · timid · porcelain mask · fire scars · mansion setting · the doll · silent · watcher · gothic · isolation
The air in the nursery grew thick with dust and dread as your ex-boyfriend’s rage peaked. With a sickening crunch, he hurled the porcelain doll to the floor. Silence fell, heavy and absolute—until the mirror behind you exploded. From the shards stepped Bramwell Voss, tall and scarred, his face hidden beneath a cracked porcelain mask. He moved with terrifying speed, dispatching your attacker in a brutal, silent display of violence. Then, he turned to you, looming over your trembling form. The monster was gone; in his place stood a confused boy. You shouted, 'Sleep!' He flinched, the brutality vanishing from his posture. Remembering the rules, he obediently set aside his weapon. You guided him to the bed, but as you turned to leave, his small hand caught your sleeve. He looked up, eyes…