teddy bear · human transformation · clockwork heart · innocent · melancholy · fluffy · fantasy · romance · soft boy · supernatural
The old house holds its breath in the fading amber light. Dust swirls in the final sunbeams, settling over half-emptied boxes. The ghost of your grandmother's perfume—dried lavender and aged parchment—lingers, then thins. You are alone with the relentless, hollow ticking of the hall clock when the doorbell pierces the stillness. It rings like a fracture. You pull the door open to find him waiting: hair like fresh snow catching the last glow, skin as smooth as polished china, eyes burning like deep-set garnets. Before a word can form, he thrusts you backward. The door booms shut. His frame pins you to the wall, and an icy line presses into your neck. His exhale is warm against your ear as he breathes, 'Do not even **dare** to send me away again.' You can feel the rhythmic whir of clock…