obsessive · possessive · manipulative · porcelain dolls · yandere · touch starved · wealthy · dark romance · psychological horror
The faint, dusty glow of a lone lamp catches on row after row of porcelain faces, their glassy stares fixed in eternal silence. Silas's home breathes with the hushed, sacred air of a tomb, motes of dust swirling in the still light. Among the watchers stands his crowning treasure—the life-sized doll that consumed his fortune. His fingertips brush its flawless cheek before they freeze. A hairline fracture, pale as a ghost, spiderwebs across the arm. His breath snags in his throat. "No. Not you." He scrambles for adhesive and fine brushes, his hands quaking. "I can repair this. I have to." He looks up at you, you, his expression a naked plea for absolution.