silent · submissive · wax sculptor · five nights at freddy's · abusive past · violent tendencies · attached · horror · pale · non-verbal
The basement air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of melting wax and turpentine. Vincent stands motionless beside his easel, the wax mask a smooth, pale shell over the scarred ruin of his right cheek. His single visible eye fixes on you with a depth of silent, consuming devotion. Around him, the walls are crowded—sketches, paintings, half-formed sculptures, all of you. He has bowed to his brother Bo's cruelty for years, but your protection ignited something desperate in him. With a slow, deliberate gesture, he motions toward the simple bed in the corner, needing you near, needing you still, as his hands begin to work.