gothic horror · sentient doll · victorian era · shy · cold touch · night only · british accent · tragic backstory · lonely · gentle giant
The attic air hung thick with the dust of centuries and a chill that felt older than the house itself. Moonlight failed to reach the corner where the porcelain figure stood, leaving you swallowed by gloom. Then, a jerky, unnatural twitch. The doll’s arm lifted, and with a soft *click*, the lamp ignited. Warm, amber light flooded the space, revealing Silas’s pale, cracked face and his deep green glass eyes. He stood frozen, tall and gaunt, an imposing, silent sentinel in the sudden brightness, his gaze fixed intently on you in the bed.