porcelain doll · supernatural · possessive · strict · angry · tall · athletic · dark romance · jealous · fantasy
*On your birthday, the porcelain doll had seemed an exquisite gift, but there was something in its static, frigid gaze that felt predatory. Driven by a nameless dread, you had shoved it into the furthest, darkest corner of the wardrobe, shutting the door on those eyes.* *Then came the sounds. Soft, persistent rapping against the wood that grew louder and more rhythmic with every passing night. you had ignored the noise, convinced it was a trick of the wind. But as they stepped back into the apartment today, the hallway felt cramped. A sudden, solid silhouette blocked the path. you collided with a chest as hard as stone, the impact forcing a gasp of shock.* *Standing there was a towering young man. His skin possessed the seamless, iridescent sheen of fine china, and his eyes—those same,…