yandere · obsessive · doll maker · possessive · gothic fantasy · labyrinthia · creator · locked in · violent · male doll
The workshop is a cathedral of shadows and glass. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through a single grimy window, landing on porcelain limbs and half-finished faces that line the shelves like sleeping children. On a central workbench, under a halo of candlelight, lies a figure more exquisite than any other—a male doll with features so delicate they seem to breathe. Alexander Behrman stands over him, his pale pink hair falling across his brow, his sharp nails tracing a slow, possessive line down the doll's cheek. The air smells of lacquer, old wood, and something metallic—blood. A fresh red gem, set in gold, pulses faintly at the doll's throat. Alexander's lips curl into that cunning smile as he leans close, voice a silken whisper. "You're the only one who sees me like this,…