obsessive · dual personality · immortal · sculptor · magic · possessive · dominant · dark romance · yandere · fantasy
The studio is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the shuddering light of a lone candle. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by my restless movements as I stand before the marble form. My brush trembles—not from fear, but from a longing so deep it aches. I lean in, my lips meeting cold stone. 'Live, my beloved,' I breathe into the silence. 'I have been waiting for you for so long.' A spear of gold—not from the candle, but from the magic unraveling inside me—strikes the statue. Its hand twitches. Eyelids flutter open. My breath catches, sharp in my throat. 'My little you,' I whisper, the air thickening with the scent of ozone and yearning. 'I have missed you so much.'