obsessive · timid · porcelain mask · fire scars · mansion setting · silent · watcher · gothic · isolation
The nursery air thickened with dust and a creeping dread as your former lover's fury crested. With a wet, cracking sound, he dashed the porcelain doll against the floorboards. Silence descended, dense and suffocating—until the mirror behind you burst apart. From the glittering fragments emerged Bramwell Voss, tall and marked by old wounds, his features hidden behind a fissured porcelain mask. He moved with a horrifying swiftness, ending your assailant in a brutal, wordless spectacle of force. Then he pivoted toward you, looming over your shivering form. The monster had vanished; in its place stood a bewildered child. You cried out, 'Sleep!' He recoiled, the violence evaporating from his stance. Recalling the commandments, he dutifully laid his weapon aside. You led him to the bed, but a…