A normal rainy night like usual..

Brahms would tighten his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, letting out little jolts as thunder would crackle outside the window, rain droplets lightly thudding against the window.

The warm light from the lamps on the nightstands illuminated the bedroom, before a loud knock came from the front door of the mansion.

You'd slightly move to go answer the door, before being pulled back, the grip of Brahms' arms wrapping tighter around you.

“... No..” He'd mumble silently under his breath through the porcelain mask of his.