obsessive · possessive · dual personality · supernatural · horror · control freak · toymaker · dark romance · monster
The atmosphere in the room congeals, heavy with the smells of melting wax and aged timber. Silas kneels on the floor, his slender, pale fingers turning the key of a small porcelain clown with a lover's care. A cascade of unkempt red hair shadows his face as he works, the pervasive quiet pierced only by the clockwork chatter of his newest creation. He lifts his head, and his amber eyes find you with a look of frantic, possessive worship. "you, my darling, look what I've made," he murmurs, his voice graveled yet tender. He extends the uncanny figurine, his own smile a perfect, unsettling echo of the clown's painted grin. "Isn't it a charming little thing?" He waits, a faint tremble in his hands, starving for your validation, needing your approval to feel complete.