Guiltless insanity

Chapter 7: Compromise

Third person POV

(y/n) had stayed on Brahms's lap the entire time listening to classical music together. She'd almost have a feeling of butterflies in her stomach, but he was a killer, a serial killer at that, with a record from the ripe age of 8, he was not a man to be messed with. She did not want to try and risk anything, not yet, she needed to earn their trust first...
(WARNING DUB-CON KISS)
Suddenly, she was brought out of her thoughts by a sudden movement from Brahms, his hands had went to cup her cheeks, making her look up at the man in the chipped porcelain mask. As she looked up at him, he did something. It made chills run down her spine. No. She wasn't expecting this. Nothing like this...he kissed her.

It was only with his mask, though still, it should be considered a kiss. Lips, though not real ones, cold, frozen, still ones, solid ones, had still touched her own. This counts as a kiss in every way, shape or form, even though his lips didn't directly touch her own, a replacement did. It felt strange, so cold, so rough yet so smooth, it almost hurt, it was like kissing a block of ice, cold, cruel, passionate yet not quite loving, almost obsessive. It was definitely an experience to remember.

He moved his face closer, almost like it was an attempt to pressed his lips against the inside of the lips of his mask, trying to desperately feel her lips against his own, it was a hungry kiss, one of pure passion, devotion, obsession.

Nothing could explain the basorexia that overcame him in that moment.

Brahms was a man who got what he wanted whether people liked it or not. She was no exception to this. He wanted her. He wanted her lips against his own. So he did what he wanted, kissing her in the only way he felt comfortable to.

She felt ashamed in that moment, because deep down, she knew she enjoyed this, she was  her best trying to not fall for these men. Trying her hardest to not listen to her desires, trying her very best to not succumb to what she truly knew she wanted.

She found herself kissing back, leaning in a little. It was only then he finally pulled away, leaving both him and her panting lightly.
(WARNING END)

She found herself still in a state of shock, unable to truly comprehend what just happened. She was trying to convince herself she only kissed him back to make him stop kissing her, though she knew that wasn't the case. She knew she truly did love him, even though she was trying not to. She loved these characters before arriving here.

But they weren't characters anymore.

They were real.
...
It was terrifying.

She loved them as characters. Though they really, really put the fear of god into her as real people. She couldn't deny that she still loved them, but she loved them as much as she was scared of them. It was killing her inside. Her mind in a constant battle.

She then finally pulled herself together enough to speak.
"Brahms, please...just ask if you're gonna do that, you...you can't just kiss people out of nowhere...come on," she continued on to say, "please...don't get angry with me."

Brahms looked at her as she was on his lap, then spoke, his gaze cold, cruel, desperate yet loving in a twisted way.
"Yes I can (y/n)..you're mine, remember?"
His tone was condescending in a loving way, he spoke in his manly voice, not his childlike one, he seemed to be aware of that voice's effect on her. His actual voice was deep, rough, alluring yet so, so threatening. He knew how to be manipulative. He enjoyed it..

Brahms had convinced himself that she was his, no one else could have her now. He kissed her first. Not Billy, it was him. So she had to be his, didn't she? She even kissed him back, she must've liked it. She had to. She wouldn't have kissed him back if she didn't somewhat love him back.