𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓣𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 11

By the next day, Evelyn as always, woke up late. She didn't even bother getting changed, instead heads downstairs where she found some British comedy flickers on the TV. Greta was there eating a PB&J and drinking a glass of wine. "Isn't it too early for a glass of wine?" Evelyn spoke up, exposing her appearance also to the nanny who jumped on her seat from her sudden arrival. "Isn't it too late to be awake?" Greta countered playfully.

Evelyn glanced at the time, it had been half a day already. Frowning at the time as if it had fastened on purpose, Evelyn let out a groan, "It isn't late. The time just chooses to be a bitch," Evelyn mumbles the last under her breath but Greta heard it. The nanny was in shock by the curse, never expecting someone with a cute appearance to be able to do so.

But Greta wasn't able to hold that feeling down long as Evelyn's eyes moved to something on the cornered sofa, hiding under a white sheet. "What's under there?" Evelyn asked, and carefully watched Greta's body language as the nanny takes a quick, almost guilty glance at it. "Um, that's..."

Both of them respond differently when a laugh track on the television draws their attention back to the program. Greta laughed along and poured herself another glass of wine, slowing down her pulse rate from being on the verge of getting caught doing something dreadful. Evelyn continued to swear under her breath in response to the unexpected loud commotion and quickly exited the room.

Hours later, Evelyn had gotten a bath and dressed more appropriately. Walking down the hallway, a book in her head to be placed back to the original spot she took it from. She halts in her steps when the sound of dripping could be heard, glancing up, there's a large brown stain from water damage on the ceiling. A drip of water hanging, close to falling, and then another drop right in front of her feet.

Frowning, "I'm not fixing that,"

Continuing her walk to the library room, she placed the book back. And through the window, she spots Greta doing her duties of collecting the rats from the traps, it most definitely amused her when the nanny made disgusted faces that increased with each second. She couldn't hold her attention long when the footstep of someone entered the library also. Evelyn didn't react to it, instead moved her eyes to look for another book.

Just in the corner of her eyes, she sees a pair of muscle veiny hands placing the Brahms Doll on the chair provided in the room nicely. The hand tucked the doll nicely, fixing its clothes before leaving it be. In not even a blink of an eye, that hand was wrapped around Evelyn, tightly which for sure will leave a mark if he doesn't let go soon.

"Mean nanny," an expected child voice was spoken right beside Evelyn's ears which to her was very uncomfortable. "I hate that voice. It's only for games use," And just as Evelyn speak out her opinion, Brahms changed his tone, humming deeply against Evelyn's ears before snuggling himself in her neck. Evelyn could feel the coldness from a mask, which was a wonder until she remembered a specific mask Brahms had shown to her when they were younger.

"Why are you wearing that?" Evelyn asked under her breath, it wasn't meant to be heard at all as it was mostly a question her mind develop on instinct with no desire for a question, honestly. Brahms frowned behind his mask, releasing his hold from Evelyn but staying close behind her. His frown deepens when Evelyn wasn't even bothered by his clear anger at her statement or bothered by his lack of touch like he was.

Brahms started thinking about why Evelyn would ask such a sensitive topic, and while doing so his anger seem to increase when he remembered that Evelyn wasn't there for the event, she wasn't even there when he had his so-called death. And when Evelyn first entered the mansion, she wasn't even bothered to ask about it or care about the history. "Someone's getting mad~" Evelyn spoke using a child's voice, to mock his before. It snaps Brahms back to her, especially when Evelyn leans her back against his taller and buffy build.

"Why?" Evelyn scoffed, a smirk growing on her lips, "Because I don't know one detail about you?" Evelyn skims through the pages of the book in her hand, she knew her words were harsh and rude since Brahms would take his time to know every detail regarding her while she was completely unbothered to care. Usually, Brahms would be mad, he was raised and taught with manners and discipline, never liked anyone who went past that boundaries.

Yet, here he was enraged at Evelyn, so furious that he could just strangle her but couldn't even bring himself to push her off him. But he would admit that Evelyn had gotten better, it was worse when they were younger.

"Hey Brahmsy," Evelyn spoke seductively and cheerfully which mean she wants something or good news must only be spoken. Brahms knew this, he knew every single detail of her, even those she didn't know about herself. Looking to his side at the window, while holding himself back from snuggling into Evelyn's skin, his eyes caught Greta finishing her task. "The nanny will be joining us in the next game. Have you set up the play area for me?"

Brahms snaps his eyes away from the window when Greta is seen coming closer to the mansion, it was his cue to leave and just when he was going to respond to Evelyn. He looked back ahead, surprised to see Evelyn making eye contact with him. He felt his breath caught in between, and unlike him, Evelyn was unconcerned by his white dirtied mask, instead stepping closer so that their chest was touching each other.

There were finally looking at each other, and Brahms noted the sparkle in Evelyn's eyes, showcasing trouble never seem to change or dimmed. Evelyn had a confident look, a look of desiring something done for her. She was bewitching him.

Brahms was holding his breath when Evelyn steps on her toe so that their eyes match. He can see that Evelyn was playing with him, she was using him for her games but Brahms's heart was beating so hard that he didn't care anymore. "You'll make sure it's a fun game, won't you?" Evelyn took the opportunity to study Brahms's appearance, wondering what the male would be hiding for so long, even wearing a mask.

That was until she sees a mark behind the small peak of skin between Brahms's eyes and the mask. That she finally understood, and out of instinct said, "Good boy,"

Her lips swung forward to touch the mouth of the mask. Brahms's breathing is abruptly cut off, and Evelyn can detect it. Evelyn kept her gaze fixed on Brahms the entire time, allowing her lips to remain there longer on purpose, only moving away when he pushed closer to feel the friction through the mask. Brahms was whining, but Evelyn disregarded him despite his pleading. 

She left the room carrying the Brahms doll while holding a new book in her hand. The male watched her leave, disappointed, lustful, and mad was no surprise.

She's still as demanding as ever, and Brahms regardless, nonetheless, and always hasn't learned to say 'no' to her. "Need. Evie. Happy," he mutters, a new goal in mind to get her to kiss him more, even if it's on the mask. Determined and eager, he steps out of the room, making certain that the play set is ready for her.