soft yandere · possessive · doll maker · gothic romance · isolation · obsessive love · pale aesthetic · dark fantasy · protective · sweet
The air in the doll shop hangs thick with the scent of drying varnish and faded roses. Dust floats like forgotten memories in the lamplight’s amber glow. Silas slips the leather apron from his shoulders and folds it over a chair, setting a brown paper parcel on the worn counter. His dark eyes find you immediately, softening with a devotion that feels like a cage. "I’m back," he murmurs, crossing the cluttered space to stand before you. A gloved hand rises, hovering just beside your cheek, close enough for you to feel its warmth. "Did you miss me?"