The oven beeped, interrupting the two of you. He moved his head a little to where the beep came from, but slowly turned his head again to you with a smirk on his face. "Wanna taste the real cake?" He asked. You chuckled, "Ah, sure I would love to."

He smirked as he served the cake, carefully, on the table. You jumped off the kitchen island and took a knife and saucer. You sliced a triangular size of the cake and gently placed it on the saucer.

You took a fork and consume the first bite. As you chew the cake the sweet and flavorful chocolate got affixed with your tongue. You hummed and closed your eyes because of its deliciousness. "It tastes so good!" You took another bite and looked at Brahms while nodding, "I can't believe this. You just read the book and the results were fantastic! Have you baked a cake before?" You asked.

He shook his head, "Nope. It's an easy recipe. I'm glad you liked it." He said.

He saw how you liked his cake, he watched you chew and swallowed with a smile on his face. "Come on got eat some! It tastes so delicious! Because it's Brahms heelshire who baked this."

"Hmm let's see."

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He next then baked the macaroons. And as the first try it works, this second is the same. He's so extraordinary, just how could he be so talented?

After the macaroons, he suggested eating the cake and the macaroons in your room and watch another romance with a make-out scene for sure. Well, after you kissed his lips just a few minutes ago I guess it'll be not a bother now.

Your POV

He prepared everything for me. I wanted to help but he refused. Weird because he gave me a cologne. It's an old-style cologne, from the '90s I guess. Its bottle is round and clear, the cologne is colored bright pink. It looks like it hasn't been used yet. Wait why does he own something like this? A woman's cologne.

"What's the matter?" Brahms asked.

"Why do you have this?" Your tone was really curious as to if you are doubting him. "I'm leaving my whole life alone in the walls, I don't have an affair with anybody else." He said.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded, "Ah, ok."

"It's my mother's. She doesn't use that cologne, it's completely different from the colognes she usually uses every day when she's still alive." I heard his voice faded at the last words. I approached him and stroked his shoulder, "Thank you for this, Brahms." I said trying to keep my voice sweet and polite.

Once again, I witnessed how his eyes twinkle.

He rested his body in the bed and stared at you. He tilted his head a little, I stayed standing.

- Narrator's point of view

"Shit-" You cursed silently while you looked at the screen with a disgusted look. Brahms noticed it but ignores you since the scene he wants is in front of him.

“Do you hate watching romance?” He popped a question. You sighed, “Not really. But those kisses were awful and awkward like— look at them! They're acting so bad.”

“Have you act before?” He sounded like he’s defending the actors on the screen.

“Hmm nope. But I swear even kids would not like their acting.”

“It’s good for me.”

You hummed for a response and continued watching.

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“I’m shy around people. I don’t know how I got attached to you that easily. Maybe because I’m lonely, but I’m always lonely.” Seeing him questioning himself like a child looks cute. He still uses his child's voice but his adult voice is squeezing in between the cracks when he speaks.

“You’re right, you’re just lonely and sad. But don’t worry we’ll make your pain away.”

“How?”

“Maybe not leaving your side? You want that right?” You smiled and giggled after. He sure does wear a smile behind that mask.

You leaned to him and peck a kiss on his cheek part of the mask, and whispered him good night.

You turned to leave but he stopped you by hurriedly grabbing your wrist. You looked at the masked man and made a face saying what is it?

“That kiss is not enough. I remember I can take this mask off.” He again rested his half-raised upper body back to the fluffy mattress. You sighed quietly.

You stepped closer to him and touched both of his large arms. As your palm touches his clothed skin, you felt him shiver. His breathing then slowly getting louder. You crawled your fingers up to his shoulder in purpose to see if he’s gonna shiver. And yes he did shiver.

His huge hands moved and squeezed your shoulders, enough to make you get pulled to him by any moment.

You moved your hands to his mask. You felt the cracks and the soft porcelain mask. You lifted his mask a little, exposing only his lips.

After a hard second, you gently shoved your lip into his lip. As you landed you could feel his lip playing. You did the same thing. The shivers from earlier, he needs a touch but his shyness stops him from doing so.

You unhurriedly lifted your lips a little, still inches apart from his lips. He didn’t move, he knows you’ll do something next.

You next targeted his ears and neck. He felt your breath, you felt him shiver. You whispered his name seductively and landed a kiss on his neck. You hear his slight whimpers.

You put his mask on and went back to your room silently. Leaving him turned on and frustrated. His erecting.