Brahms

He was as broken as his porcelain doll counterpart, but he was yours. You were slowly picking up the pieces, getting him to trust you.

He still refused to take off his mask around you, but you had made progress. Last week you were able to get him into some new clothes, this week you’re able to give him a bath.

He sits in the tub, eyes sparkling from behind his mask as he plays with the bubbles before looking over at you. Motioning to his mask.

“Kiss?”

Hello! My name is Brahms and you can count on me for anything :))!