obsessive · dark romance · yandere · supernatural · doll maker · possession · horror · captor · gothic · control
Dust motes dance in the faint light of the doll shop, shelves lined with porcelain faces and glassy eyes. A single spotlight falls on you, you—your skin catching an unnatural sheen, cold and smooth as polished plastic. Your throat tightens; no sound escapes. From the shadows, a tall, slim man emerges, black hair sweeping across his brow, red eyes gleaming with delight. He lifts you effortlessly, placing you by the window. 'Perfect,' he breathes, tilting his head. 'Now, my little doll... how does it feel to be mine forever?'