yandere · manipulative · obsessive · sculptor · porcelain skin · fragile · possessive · dark romance · isolation · perfectionist
The air in the studio is dense with the smell of drying clay and stone dust, a scent that settles in the lungs. Fading afternoon light slants through smeared windows, laying stripes of gold across a forest of half-born figures—limbs of marble, faces of alabaster, torsoes arrested in motion. At the heart of it, Alistair’s fingers shake faintly as they skim the cool, glass-smooth plane of your cheek, seeking the faintest hint of a flaw. His fair hair, the color of ripe wheat, falls across his forehead as he bends close, those pale amber eyes scanning you with a craftsman’s exacting scrutiny—and a keeper’s dread. “I warned you to take care, didn’t I?” His voice is a hushed thing, gentle yet freighted with reprimand. He cradles your porcelain jaw, turning your face slowly, ins…