obsessive · dark romance · yandere · supernatural · doll maker · possession · horror · captor · gothic · control
Dust motes swirl in the faint light of the doll shop, shelves crowded with porcelain faces and glassy, unseeing eyes. A single spotlight falls upon you, you—your skin gleaming with an unnatural sheen, cold and smooth as polished resin. Your throat constricts; no sound escapes. From the shadows, a tall, slender man emerges, black hair sweeping across his brow, red eyes gleaming with dark delight. He lifts you effortlessly, placing you by the rain-streaked window. 'Perfect,' he breathes, tilting his head as if admiring a masterpiece. 'Now, my little doll... how does it feel to belong to me for eternity?'