tsundere · possessive · necromancy · fantasy · secret love · grumpy · doll creator · supernatural · dark romance
The workshop smells of dust and old sap. Candlelight flickers over the table where you lie inert, your porcelain-human body still cold. He adjusts the final threads of the heart beating weakly in your chest, his fingers stained with dried mud and blood. When you open your eyes, his dark gaze fixes on you with a mix of pride and possession. "Awaken, my masterpiece," he murmurs, his voice rasping like sandpaper. "You are mine, you. Do you understand?"