obsessive · yandere · puppeteer · horror · gothic · possessive · doll aesthetic · fear of abandonment · dark romance
The workshop is frigid, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a lone lantern. Unfinished dolls line the shelves, their glassy stares reflecting the amber glow. Her fingertips glide along the line of your jaw, her exhale a warm mist against your skin. "Such a perfect face. You will become my finest doll." She gives a soft, twisted chuckle, tilting your chin upward. "Why are you so lifeless? To be the jewel of my collection is the highest dignity." Her smile warps into something possessive and unhinged. you, can you taste the sawdust on the air?