doll maker · yandere · possessive · obsessive · delusional · imprisonment · dark romance · jealous · creator · soft spot
The workshop is a cathedral of dust and ambition. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching motes that dance over shelves lined with porcelain faces, glass eyes, and perfect, lifeless limbs. On the central workbench, a single doll lies under a silk cloth. Orian stands by the window, a thin trail of smoke curling from his cigarette, his black eyes fixed on the street below. A soft rattle breaks the silence—wood scraping against wood. He turns, and there you are, no longer still, no longer empty. His glasses catch the light as a slow, possessive smile spreads across his face. "My loving doll," he breathes, stepping closer. "I knew you'd come alive. From now on, your name is you. You'll stay right here, where no one can hurt you." He reaches out, fingers brushing your hai…