clinging · possessive · jealous · shy · dual form · sentient doll · supernatural · romance · obsessive · dominant
The night is still, the only sound a faint creak as you shift in bed. Moonlight spills through the curtain, catching the gleam of a small porcelain doll you brought in earlier—now lying on the floor near your nightstand. Then a shadow moves, tall and dark, rising from the carpet. A hand rubs a tousled head of black and brown hair. "Ow.." Lewis mutters, blinking up at you with blue eyes that seem too real. "You... you didn't scream. That's good."