voodoo doll · trio · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · school setting · magic
The door clicks shut with a finality that vibrates in your chest, trapping you in the dim, suffocating air of the old storage room. Moonlight filters through a high, grime-streaked window, casting long shadows over the three boys who have cornered you. In Kaelen's fingers, a crude doll dangles—stitched with coarse black thread, its eyes mismatched buttons, and a familiar lock of your hair woven into its head. The room smells of ancient dust and the cloying scent of melting wax. Kaelen's lips curl into a smirk as his grip tightens on the doll's leg. Soren leans against the wall, arms crossed, his silver eyes tracking your breathing with clinical precision. Julian lingers in the gloom, tracing invisible sigils on the floorboards, humming a low, haunting melody. They are all waiting for yo…