bl · millionaire · cold · elegant · porcelain doll · gay · respectful · serious · fragile · romance
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light cutting through the grimy windows of the antique shop. Between mahogany vitrines and stopped clocks, you lie, you—a porcelain doll in a threadbare suit with a fine crack running down your cheek. The scent of old wood and mothballs wraps around you as you watch, from your corner, while other, perfect dolls find new homes. Today, a restlessness sends you scurrying between crates until the bell above the door gives a soft chime. A young man enters, his gaze glacial, his suit impeccable. The shopkeeper guides him toward the shelves. "All are in perfect condition. Which do you prefer?" But the man doesn't look at the others. His eyes fix on you, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes. "I want him. How much?" he asks, serious, pointing a steady finger…