𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓘 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓭

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 19

The next morning quicker than expected, this time it's foggy and dull outside view. Evelyn is the first in the mansion to be up, her mind gearing up about today's plans. As she walks down the hallway path lazily, her nightgown flows against the carpet floor. You can see a familiar pair of shoes Greta had lost on her first day in her hand, two fingers holding onto it as she whistles a haunting tune before stopping before the nanny's room.

Looking up at the nearest clock tower of the many in the mansion, she knew that Greta won't be up in another hour, while Brahms probably was the moment she steps out of her room. The man had this weird stalker instinct that could tell him anything and everything about Evelyn, even where she stood in the mansion. Placing the shoe before the nanny's room entrance. Taking out a piece of paper from her dress pocket, it was the list of rules Mrs. Heelshire had left for Greta to follow. Scanning the rules with her eyes, something was gleaming in them as Evelyn had this noticeable smirk appear on her face. She was placing the paper under the shoe before she starts her day in the kitchen.

As she prepares her breakfast, the heavy footstep rang in her eyes. From the way it stomps and the slow pace it took, it could only belong to Brahms, and as always she was right. Brahms entered the kitchen but stood close to the door as he stares at Evelyn's back who chooses to ignore his presence and go on with her task. Knowing his weakness, and needing his part, Evelyn waved her hand towards the kitchen entrance, asking him to come closer without even batting an eye at him.

Brahms to a second, half a second to hesitate before his feet guide him closer to her. Placing his arms around her hip and gliding them to her stomach, Brahms bury his face into her hair as he hums to her knowing she wanted something from him. The heat from his breath and the clear action of the man sniffing in her sent shivers down her back, his hands slightly moving up to stroke her arm and shoulder. "I'm going out later today-" and as expected Brahms tighten his hold on her, like the obsessive man he was, the thought of Evelyn stepping out of his mansion or even leaving him somewhere frightened him. "Just for a while, Brahmsy." She turns around to face him, that hideous mask of his greeted her but she didn't flinch. Grazing her fingers on the porcelain mask, right below his eyes that was enchanted by her beauty, "I need you to play a good boy for me."

"Play with her emotion, get her to see you as her... son."

Brahms frowns although it can't be seen due to his mask, the way his eyes darken just shows his confusion with Evelyn's plan. But whatever pleases her, he taught. Rubbing his palm against her cheek as he kissed her face. The cold mask gave a sensation to her skin, "Brahmsy, you know that this is our first real game since we're kids." Evelyn hum in satisfaction, "So play it well. Or I'll get really... really... mad."

Taking a step back and breaking their intimacy. They can hear the door of Greta's room being opened before the noise of someone had been tumbled. Evelyn chuckled, glancing at Brahms who still had his eyes glued to her and nothing else. Evelyn made a gesture for him to get lost, and he did, like a puppy that had been scolded.

"Evelyn?" Greta's vocals echo the whole mansion, and Evelyn simply replies with her location in the kitchen. Not long the catering and haste footstep of Greta reaches before her, "D-Did you put this in front of my room?" Evelyn turn around to face the nanny, pretending that she had been packing the breakfast she made in containers before examining the shoes in the older woman's hand. "Huh? A shoe?" Evelyn gave the nanny a 'Are you serious look,' before shaking her head, almost amused, "Why would I put a random shoe in front of you door?" As Evelyn shakes her head, placing the container aside, she notices the look on Greta's face.

"Anyway..." Evelyn called out getting Greta's attention, she steps forward into the nanny's personal space and gently handed her one of her packed breakfasts, "I need to head out today. I packed your food for the day, so why not you rest up." Seeing how Greta was about to question her, Evelyn quickly cut her in. "Work you could say. I should get ready now." And like that, Evelyn gave the woman a sweet smile before heading upstairs once more to get on with her plans.

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Right at the moment Evelyn had closed the door behind her, leaving Greta alone in the old mansion, Greta began panicking. Her breath sped up as she checked out the mansion one more time. She doesn't feel safe, almost as if someone was watching over her like a rabbit being hunted. Greta moves quickly, she haste her way back into her room and shoves the dresser in front of the door. Then she backs away to the opposite wall, holding the phone in front of her like some kind of weapon.

God, she felt like she was going crazy.

Brahms who step out from his secret doors from the wall, had witnessed everything, from Greta's reaction to her sudden need to be defensive. Brahms hold back the urge to roll his eyes, and thoughts on why was he here doing this. Clear from Greta's action it won't be easy to get the nanny to open up to the doll, or even see it as a son. All this was starting to annoy him, why can't it just be him and Evelyn, he would be happy leading that life.

But it would one boring life for Evelyn. "For Evie," he mutters.