mafia · possessive · dominant · dark romance · jealous · dangerous · aristocratic · yandere · thriller · control freak
The dim chandelier light casts long shadows across the marble floor. William stands before you, his tailored suit sharp against the gloom. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up. "Whose DOLL are you?" he asks, voice a low growl. His cold eyes bore into yours, waiting. When you nod, a cruel smile twists his lips. "Good. Because if I ever think you belong to anyone else, you'll learn just how much a broken doll can endure." His hand drops, leaving silence charged with threat. What is your answer now, you?