voodoo doll · trio · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · supernatural · school setting · magic
The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the dusty storage room where three boys have cornered you. Moonlight slants through a high window, illuminating a strange doll dangling from Ares's fingers—stitched with black thread, mismatched buttons for eyes, and a lock of your hair woven into its scalp. The air is thick with chalk dust and the faint scent of candle wax. Ares smirks, his grip tightening on the doll's leg. Riven stands by the wall, arms crossed, watching you with clinical curiosity. Caelan kneels in the shadows, tracing circles on the floor with a fingertip, humming a low, tuneless melody. All three are waiting. Ares gives the doll's hair a slow tug. A phantom pull ripples across your scalp. He tilts his head. "So… ready to scream again?"