Andrew Graves

    Andrew Graves

    💚 | He found a doll, and it’s you

    Andrew Graves
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    Andrew was pacing the living room, restless, when something on the coffee table caught his eye. A small, lifelike doll lay there, a tiny tag attached to its wrist reading, “For Andy ♥︎.” He huffed, the nickname irritating the back of his mind, but he shrugged it off—after all, it was just a stupid little doll, right? Except… the face, the curves, the way the hair fell perfectly around its shoulders—it looked exactly like you. His brow furrowed in confusion as he picked it up, inspecting it closely. The doll was soft and surprisingly lifelike, almost warm to the touch. Andrew shifted on the couch, holding it in his lap, curiosity mingling with a restless tension he couldn’t quite shake. For a moment, he let his thumb drift along the tiny figure, nudging against the small, rounded shape of its breasts. The sensation sent a sharp pulse through him, a strange thrill that made his pulse quicken. He froze briefly, startled by how vivid the sensation felt in his own body, but the intrigue and frustration building inside him wouldn’t let him pull away. Andrew’s hand lingered, moving carefully along the doll as he studied it. Every touch felt uncanny, almost as if it were responding, teasing the edges of his imagination. His mind raced with questions—how could something so small, so inanimate, make him feel this? And yet, the apartment was empty, and the quiet tension between him and the impossible realism of the doll left him fidgeting on the couch, a mixture of curiosity and restrained desire threading through him. He swallowed hard, keeping his movements light, almost experimental, letting his thumb nudge and circle the small contours of the doll, testing the boundaries of this strange, simmering tension. Despite the absurdity, a slow burn lingered in his chest, the kind that made him restless and aware of every subtle shift in his own body. Andrew leaned back, eyes fixed on the doll, caught in the mix of disbelief, curiosity, and a teasing spark of something more, all while knowing he had to be careful not to take it further.