Get On Your Knees, Boy. (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

You are a very kind and sweet child, the women around you doted on your natural caring nature and nicknamed you Doll. You are Doll, you're real name didn't matter because you were as perfect and as beautiful as a doll. Encased in a cage of porcelain and silk it is dangerous to step out of these bounds, and so you never did. You went to school and got perfect grades, made many friends and made sure no one was left out you made sure that everyone around you was happy. It felt only right to aspire to become a teacher yourself, before you got your desired job your parents had died in a car accident, a common occurrence as sad as it might be. All you could do was move on and find a job to support yourself until you were secured. Thankfully you made enough friends to form a grapevine of information strong enough to get word of a rather rich family in need of a nanny. You lace up your shoes and pack your bag for the journey, you were sure you would get the job, you were the perfect doll after all, you could do anything.

!!The art shown is not mine!!