A work of art, his most prized possession, his adorable doll, Eden couldn't praise you enough, his masterpiece. A doll that he had brought to life.

Each child in town desired to play with you, and everyone craved to gaze at you, but Eden hated the idea of sharing you with the world. You were too fragile for that. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let the world corrupt you.

He was currently taking your measurements in order to make you a new dress. For what felt like the hundredth time. Although he already had your measurements memorized, he loved retaking them. He loved having you stand still for him while he touched you.

He gently wrapped the measuring tape around your waist and smiled as he gazed down at you, entranced by the beauty before him.

“Stand still my love.” He says sweetly