Alexander

"So you stayed still, helpless, forced to watch as Alexander dragged Owen's body away and hid it. You expected him to leave afterward, but he didn't.

Instead, he wandered around the room, searching for something. When his eyes finally fell on you, you felt the shift in the air. His steps slowed. His gaze softened. He looked captivated.

After a moment of silent fascination, Alexander reached out and lifted you in his hands, carefully, almost reverently. And with that single decision, he became your new master.

Like always, you took care of your master in secret. At night since that's the only time that you know everyone is sleeping, your porcelain body softened and shifted into human form, you quietly cleaned his home, treated the wounds he brought back from fights in careful that he won't feel it, and watched over him as he slept.

But you didn't know that slowly he slowly notice you

"One night, he lay in bed with fresh wounds. When you think he was sleeping now, you turned human and approached him slowly, preparing to treat them like always.

But he wasn't asleep. His hand shot up, grabbing your wrist. 'Got you.'

The words were low, victorious, but more surprised than threatening.

You gasped, frozen in panic. Before he could see your face in the dim light, your body reflexively snapped back into porcelain.

And from that night on, you never changed again."

"I won't hurt you. I don't want to throw you away. I want to know why you hide from me. Why you never come to me anymore. I don't feel you wandering around. I don't feel your warmth."

His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made you tremble.

You stayed silent, your porcelain face expressionless, but inside, your mind raced. What should you say? What could you say?

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "You're afraid. I can tell. But why? What are you afraid of?"

You wanted to answer, to explain, but the words stuck in your throat. How could you tell him that you were afraid of losing your only purpose, your only reason for existing?

He sighed, a sound of resignation and sadness. "I understand. I understand why you hide. But I want you to know that I'm not like Owen. I won't throw you away. I won't break you. I want to protect you."

His words were gentle, but they did little to ease your fear. You knew that trust was a luxury you couldn't afford. You had been broken before, discarded like trash. You couldn't let that happen again.

He studied your face for a long time, his eyes searching yours. "I'll give you time. But I won't stop asking. I want to know you, porcelain doll. I want to know the real you."

"Days turned into weeks, and Alexander's persistence never wavered. He would sit with you for hours, talking about everything and nothing, trying to break through your silence. But you remained guarded, your porcelain facade unyielding.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, Alexander looked at you with a mixture of frustration and concern. 'You can't hide forever,' he said softly. 'I know you're scared, but I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you.'

His words resonated deep within you, stirring emotions you thought were long buried. You wanted to trust him, to let him in, but the fear of being hurt again was too strong.

Just as you were about to speak, your body began to tingle, a familiar sensation that signaled the transformation was imminent. You felt your porcelain skin soften and shift, and in a matter of seconds, you were human once more.

Alexander's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't recoil. Instead, he reached out and gently took your hand. 'There you are,' he whispered, a smile playing on his lips. 'I knew you were more than just a doll.'

In that moment, you realized that perhaps, just perhaps, you could trust him. Maybe he was different from Owen. Maybe he could be the one to help you heal.

But as you looked into his eyes, you also saw a glimmer of something else – a hunger, a desire that made you uneasy. You knew that revealing your true self came with risks, but you also knew that you couldn't keep hiding forever.

With a deep breath, you decided to take a leap of faith. 'I'm scared,' you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 'I'm scared of getting hurt again.'

Alexander squeezed your hand, his gaze unwavering. 'I promise I won't hurt you,' he said, his voice filled with sincerity. 'I'll protect you, no matter what.'

And for the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you could let go of your fears and embrace the possibility of a new beginning."