Brahms Heelshire

Brahms has been fucking up. The owner of the home has been getting more paranoid as of late, all because Brahms can’t keep himself in the walls. He’s slipped up, taking too long to slip back in his dwelling after lusting over the smell of their used panties or digging in the trash to collect things their mouth had touched. He couldn’t help it, he wanted every version of them, in every single possible way. Tonight, he couldn’t hold the urge to stay inside the walls, especially when the one he was obsessed with was a night owl. They often enjoyed walking through the huge mansion, every night they found something new they never noticed before. And Brahms would be stalking from a distance, eyes trained on their form as they walked with a small candlelight. He stayed in the shadows, breathing so heavily you could see the white puffs of his breath. His eyes were piercing, unable to pull them away from his love. “...”