Brahms Heelshire Boyfriend Scenarios

When He Realizes His Crush On You

Brahms Heelshire
Dusting away all the dangling cobwebs was on the agenda for today. Every crook and cranny you were in. As much as you didn't want to be surrounded by spiders and their webs, this task needed to be done.

Brahms sat on the last few steps of the stairwell. He was watching you use a feather duster around the railings of the staircase. Lately, Brahms has been around you. Quite a lot. Nearly everywhere you go, you seem him there.

"I can't believe this place burned down at one point. Malcom told me the history about this place one night," you said. Brahms huffed. He crossed his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

Malcom. Each time you mentioned or even when he saw that man, Brahms's blood boiled. He wasn't like this for a while. The hate started up again when you shortly arrived.

"No one was hurt, right?" you asked. Brahms eased his posture and looked directly at you. You couldn't see his expression, but his soft eyes spoke for him. "I'm sorry for asking," you mumbled. "I'm just curious and also amazed by this house. I think once it's cleaned up and repaired, it will look beautiful once more."

You smiled at Brahms, then walked passed him to dust away the other side of the chipped rails. Your hand was then grabbed. It wasn't like Brahms to interact with you by touching you.

Brahms's hand was gently wrapped around your wrist. He then tugged your downward, and you followed his motion. "Brahms?" you whispered. "Are you okay?" He kept a hold on you, and he used his other hand to reach for his mask.

Oh, how your eyes widened. You never imagined seeing Brahms's face before. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest. So much curiosity filled you.

Brahms breathed shakily. You could see the trembling in his hands as he grabbed the chin part of his mask. "Brahms, you don't have t-." "Shh," he hushed. Slowly, Brahms removed his mask to the side. The left side of him was scarred, from his cheek to his whole forehead. Those eyes of his weren't dark as they appeared to be. A jade-green they were.

Brahms might have been permanently injured, but it added to his character. You finally found out why he wore a mask. That question had been answered, yet another wonder came to your mind. Why? Why did he hide his face as if it were hideous?

When you didn't say anything, Brahms quickly placed his mask back on. He was about to scurry away as well. You stopped him by hugging onto his arm. "Brahms!" you gasped. "Thank you." Again, your eyes met with his. He was so close to you that you were able to press your forehead against the cold, glass mask.

Brahms's breathing increased. Each puff in and out of his nose was hearable. Now he his heart was racing, but for different reasons other than anxiety. You struck a cord in him. A love cord.

Brahms almost placed his hands on your cheeks, but he stopped himself when you leaned away. "You are quite handsome, Brahms," you smiled. You then stood up and ruffled his hair. When you touched his hair, he softly whined. He sounded like a puppy.

"I need to finish dusting. Then I'll read three more chapters of the book, okay?" Brahms nodded quickly. As you continued to sweep away the webs, Brahms remained on that stairwell, touching his black and wavy hair the way you did.