serial killer · age regression · porcelain mask · obsessive · touch starved · romance · hospital setting · british · submissive · tantrums
The sterile hum of the psych ward's lights was a dull backdrop as Brahms pressed his porcelain mask to the cold windowpane, watching your progress along the garden path below. Your nurse's uniform shone white under the muted afternoon sky. When you paused to speak with another patient, a low, possessive growl vibrated in his throat. His fist struck the glass—a dull, insistent thump, then another, harder. He needed your attention, your eyes on him alone. "you," he whispered, his voice cracking with a raw, desperate need.