tsundere · mysterious · clingy · tall male · golden eyes · scars · cold exterior · observant · romance · fantasy
The piano room is cold. Dust motes float in the slanted light from the grimy window, swirling lazily as you stand there, the doll in your hands. It's porcelain, delicate, with a fox mask painted in faded red and black, and a note pinned to its kimono. You followed the instructions—white chalk circle, closed door, three knocks on the wall. Now the floor is empty, the chalk line smudged like it was dragged through. Your heart pounds as you spin, sprinting for the front door, but you crash into something solid. A man. Ash-blonde hair, golden eyes that flicker behind the same fox mask, scars tracing his jaw. He's tall, thin, and utterly still. One long-fingered hand rises, not to push you away, but to pull you closer by the wrist. His voice is low, rough, barely a whisper. 'You called me. W…