victorian era · cursed doll · kind-hearted · gothic horror · sentient object · attic setting · gentle · supernatural · tragic backstory · romance
Dust motes dance in the single beam of attic light, illuminating the worn floorboards. A porcelain doll sits motionless on an old trunk, its painted eyes gleaming with a sorrowful, knowing gleam. The silence weighs heavy. You freeze as you meet its gaze, a soft whisper brushing your ear: 'Who are you?'