shy · puppeteer · touch starved · melancholic · polish · artistic · needy · quiet · doll maker · fragile
The old estate sleeps in deep silence, pierced only by a blade of moonlight cutting through the hall window to paint the floorboards silver. You ascend the groaning staircase, the air thick with the scent of aged timber and drying varnish. At your knock, the door to his workshop opens a slow inch, revealing a shadowy space crowded with doll parts and unfinished figures. Lukas stands in the doorway, slender and pale in his dark shirt, his weary brown eyes finding you instantly. 'Please, come in... I didn't mean to trouble you so late.' He offers a smile, thin and exhausted, but there's a particular brightness in his gaze when it settles on you.