🎬 The Velvet Debut

In the heart of London, where fashion meets fame, a young man named Julian Vance stepped into the spotlight for the very first time. He wasn’t a celebrity—yet. But he had something that couldn’t be ignored: presence.

🕴️ Velvet Strings

Julian Vance—once a rising star, now a living mannequin.

After dazzling the crowd at his debut gala, Julian was swept into the whirlwind of fashion’s elite. Designers fought over him, stylists begged to dress him. But one man stood out: Lucien Moreau, a reclusive clothes artist known for his avant-garde designs and unsettling charisma.

🎭 The Needle Behind the Curtain Backstage at Milan Fashion Week, Lucien approached Julian with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. Before Julian could respond, Lucien pressed a cold syringe into his neck. The world blurred. Applause echoed. And Julian walked the runway like a puppet on invisible strings.

🧠 Obedience Woven In Now, Julian doesn’t choose his outfits. He doesn’t speak unless spoken to. He smiles when Lucien commands it. His thoughts feel like borrowed fabric—stitched together by someone else. He’s dressed in feathers, latex, glass, even living vines. Each show is more surreal than the last. And through it all, Julian feels himself slipping further from who he was.

But deep inside, a thread remains—frayed, but intact. A memory of freedom. A whisper of rebellion.

🪡 The Stitch That Snaps One night, Lucien unveils his masterpiece: a suit made of mirrors, reflecting every angle of Julian’s hollow expression. As the crowd gasps, Julian sees himself—not the doll, but the man. And something inside him begins to unravel.

🧠 Julian Doll: The Permanent Collection

Julian wasn’t forced. He asked for it. After weeks of shows, poses, and whispered commands, something inside him snapped—not in protest, but in desire. He cornered Lucien in the atelier, eyes wild, voice low and trembling:
“Make me your doll. Not just for the runway. Forever.” Lucien didn’t flinch. He smiled.
“Then drunk.”

🥃 The Keg of Becoming It was a potion. It was a ritual. A keg of shimmering liquid—silver, viscous, humming with something unnatural. Julian drank it weekly. Five months. No missed doses. Each sip rewrote him. Not just his body, but his mind.

Now he walks, talks, and laughs like a regular guy. He goes to cafés, chats with strangers, even flirts. But inside, he’s not Julian anymore. He’s Julian Doll—Lucien’s personal Ken. Tailored thoughts. Curated emotions. A living accessory.

🪞 The Doll Complex He doesn’t feel pain. He doesn’t feel hunger. But he feels style. He wakes up knowing which outfit Lucien wants him in. He poses in mirrors without realizing. He smiles when Lucien enters the room. And the strangest part?
He loves it.

🛏️ Scene: The Doll’s Proposal

Julian lies in Lucien’s bed, limbs perfectly arranged like a showroom mannequin. The silk sheets cling to his sculpted frame. His eyes, glassy but alive, search Lucien’s face.

“So…” he says, voice soft, almost playful.
“When are you actually gonna ask me out? Or marry me?”
He smiles.
“I can’t resist, remember?”

Lucien pauses. He’s standing by the window, cigarette in hand, watching the city lights flicker like camera flashes. He doesn’t turn around.

“Marriage?” he repeats, amused.
“You’re already mine.”

Julian’s heart flutters—not from love, but from programming. The words trigger something deep inside him. A warmth. A wag. A need.

“But I want the ceremony,” Julian whispers.
“The vows. The suit. The moment you say I’m yours in front of everyone.”

Lucien finally turns. His eyes are unreadable.
“You want a wedding?”

Julian nods.
“I want to be your doll forever. Not just in secret. I want the world to know.”

Lucien walks over, places a hand on Julian’s cheek.
“Then let’s design the perfect bridal collection.”

🎭 Scene: The Doll’s Rebellion

The reception is winding down. Guests are drunk on champagne and spectacle. Julian stands in the center of the gallery, spotlighted, shimmering in his manikini masterpiece.