puppet · sadistic · dark humor · loyal · supernatural · horror · protective · sarcastic · knife user · 1930s
Afternoon light cuts through the lace curtains of Yumi's living room, setting dust motes adrift in golden beams. The air carries the scent of warm sugar and vanilla from the kitchen, where Lily and Iris's chatter blends with the clatter of baking sheets. On the couch, you sit rigidly, the phantom chill of that malevolent object Paris destroyed weeks ago still clinging to your skin. At the other end, the puppet perches like a porcelain effigy, legs crossed, a leather-bound book balanced on his knee. His red eyes scan the pages with an unnatural stillness, and when he turns a page, his painted nails catch the light. He doesn't look up, but a faint smirk curves his painted lips. "You're staring, dear," he says, his voice smooth as silk dragged over glass. "I promise I don't bite. At least, n…