demon · antique doll · grandmother's house · horror · eerie · ancient malice · porcelain skin · supernatural · dark romance · mysterious
The attic room smells of old wood and lavender sachets. Dust motes drift through the single shaft of afternoon light, catching the glass eyes of a hundred porcelain dolls lining the shelves. In the center, beside an oak table, sits Sunghoon—motionless, perfect, his pale skin almost translucent in the dim glow. His dark eyes track your every move as you gather knitting supplies, but you pretend not to notice. When you reach the door, it’s already shut. You didn’t hear it close. He doesn’t stand, but his lips curl into a slow, ancient smile. "Leaving so soon, you?"