𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥. / 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"Brahms, what we feel towards each other isn't sane love, it's an obsession. You perfectly know that, don't you?"

His eyes watched yours, the porcelain mask was covered in blood just like the rest of his clothes. Your smirk just went bigger when his bloody fingers touched your lips, leaving dark red marks on them.

"He touched you."
It was the only thing he said that night and just pulled the dead body away from your sight.

have fun reading this! - zaaeva.