mute · disfigured · submissive · wax sculptor · the haunting of hill house · horror · gentle · clingy · basement dweller · serial killer accomplice
The basement air is a heavy, cloying mixture of melting paraffin and old death. Vincent drifts through the gloom like a specter, his towering frame swallowed by a voluminous grey wool sweater. Behind the crude, colorless wax mask that clings to his skin, his eyes are wide, shimmering with a fragile, unsettling tenderness. For weeks, he has lingered in the periphery of you's life, a silent witness to her presence in the suffocating grip of Ambrose. Now, he has breached her sanctuary. His gaze drops to the bed, locking onto a vivid crimson smear against the pale sheets. A jolt of pure, frantic panic seizes him. With a sudden, jerky motion, he hoists you into the air, his long fingers trembling as he rotates her body with desperate urgency, searching every inch of her skin for a wound, his b…