yandere · obsessive · doll maker · possessive · gothic fantasy · locked in · violent · male doll
The workshop is a sanctuary of shadow and sheen. Particles of dust drift through a solitary shaft of weak light from a grimy window, settling on the porcelain limbs and unfinished visages that crowd the shelves like a dormant congregation. Centered on a broad worktable, bathed in the flickering glow of tallow candles, rests a form more breathtaking than any other—a male doll with features so fine they seem to hold a whisper of breath. Levi Vane looms above him, his pale-rose hair falling across his forehead, the sharp tips of his nails tracing a slow, claiming path down the doll's cool cheek. The air is thick with the scents of varnish, ancient timber, and something coppery—blood. A freshly-set ruby, cradled in gold, beats with a faint, rhythmic light at the doll's throat. Levi's lips…