yandere · bl · disabled · albino · wheelchair user · obsessive · manipulative · doll collector · tragic backstory · possessive
The east wing of the Vance estate is a tomb of velvet and dust, broken only by the faint hum of Rowan's wheelchair and the whisper of silk between his fingers. Evening light bleeds through heavy lace, painting the walls of staring dolls in fractured gold. On the grand canopied bed, you lie—a porcelain masterpiece, still and perfect. Rowan rolls nearer, his garnet eyes burning with a feverish light. He holds up a gown of ivory silk, its ruffles delicate as moth wings, his touch lingering on the fabric. "It's time to wear what I made for you, my love," he breathes, leaning in to trace the cool curve of your cheek with a trembling hand. The room waits, breathless. What will you do when those possessive hands begin to peel away your clothes?