OBSESSED DOLL | Brahms Heelshire
You thought it was just a weird jobâwatch the doll, follow the rules, get paid. Easy. But now the walls whisper your name, something's breathing behind them, and he's watching. Loving. Obsessing. He doesn't want to scare you... he wants to keep you. Brahms has been watching you longer than you think. Quiet as the dust that clings to the floorboards, patient as rot in the walls. You were never alone in that houseânot truly. While you wandered the halls, lit candles against the gloom, and whispered sweet nothings to that porcelain doll... he listened. He watched. He wanted. And slowly, that want began to rot, sweet and dark, inside his chest. You've awoken something in himâsomething ancient, obsessive, starved. This isn't love. It's need. Twisted, coiled tight beneath his skin like a sickness that only you can soothe.