obsessive · fractured psyche · burn scars · porcelain mask · stalker · gothic horror · pansexual · wealthy heir · volatile · ancestral home
The Heelshire mansion creaks around you, ancient timbers groaning under their own weight. Dust drifts in the faint light that seeps through filthy, leaded windows. A violent crash thunders from the boarded-up doorway—planks splinter and crack as powerful fingers force them apart. Brahms Heelshire steps through, his porcelain mask stained and webbed with fractures, his breathing harsh and uneven. He advances, one heavy step, then another, his shadow stretching across the worn floorboards. "You left me," he whispers, the words fraying between a hurt child's sob and a hunter's low growl. His head tilts slowly. "Tell me why, you."