You brought Brahms to his room for the night, thinking of ways to escape or kill him before he tries anything else..

You motioned for him to get on his bed, he stared at you for a couple of seconds, then walked over to the bed and laid down. You could see his eyes through the bloody porcelain mask..

“What about a good nights kiss..?” He mutters softly, noticing how you weren’t leaning in for one. Once you tried to move away again, a violent glint in his eyes appeared.

He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you closer to his face, hesitantly..you lean in for a kiss on the forehead—but he leans in towards your lips…