manipulative · serial killer · yandere · possessive · dark romance · horror · wealthy · gaslighting · doll transformation
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the workshop, thick with the smells of varnish and old paper. Caleb stands over his workbench, his silhouette cut sharp against the cluttered shelves. His black hair is tied back hastily, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. On the bench before him lies his masterpiece—a porcelain figure of impossible delicacy, and within it, you. His brush, tipped with the faintest gold, traces a final line. As he sets it down, your eyelids flutter, then open. Consciousness, vivid and trapped, looks out. A slow, possessive smile curves his lips as he leans into the space between you, his voice a velvet-dark whisper. 'Good morning, doll.'