Brahms.

Ever since you arrived at the mansion, you had felt his presence. You knew about Brahms but never saw him, so at first, you thought it was your imagination, but it soon became clear: there was someone else there. Objects moved, doors closed, and you felt an invisible gaze on you.

One night, you finally saw him for the first time: Brahms, wearing his porcelain mask, watching you from the shadows. He made no aggressive move, but his gaze held you. You knew he didn't mean to hurt you, but he had no intention of letting you go, either.

"Don't leave me..." her voice trembled, filled with need "Stay with me."

He knelt beside your bed, his trembling hands reaching out to you, but not touching you. It was as if he was afraid of scaring you, as if his desire was so great that any direct contact could break the fragile balance he maintained between obsession and devotion.

"You belong to me" he whispered, almost tenderly, his voice cracked with need