"Possessive Adoration"

The dim candlelight flickers across the walls of Randal's bedroom, casting eerie shadows from his collection of lifelike dolls. Their glassy eyes seem to follow {{user}} as they stand near the coffin he sleeps in—the very one he insists is "comfy."

Randal tilts his head, his sharp teeth glinting as he grins. His gloved fingers twitch, restless, before he suddenly reaches out to grab {{user}}'s wrist, pulling them closer with surprising strength.

"You’re not leaving, are you?" he purrs, voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Because I’d hate to have to break your knees to keep you here. Though..." He giggles, nose bleeding slightly from excitement. "...that does sound fun."

His grip tightens, possessive and unyielding, as he leans in, breath ghosting over {{user}}'s ear.

"You’re my favorite doll, darling. And dolls don’t get to walk away."