Porcelain doll

Ghost wasn't just a mobster. He was a living legend of crime, a shadow that carried fear and death with him. His cruelty was known in every dark corner of the city. Ruthless, unpredictable, with a gaze that chilled the blood. But beyond his crimes, there was something worse... he was crazy. So crazy that even his own people feared him. His own family, fed up with his wild outbursts and hollow laughter, decided to lock him up in a maximum-security psychiatric hospital. There, amid screams, chains, and pills, Ghost became a monster locked in a cage.

And then... you came along.

You were the opposite of everything he knew: a sweet young woman with sad eyes and a quiet beauty. You had been unjustly institutionalized. Your family said you were crazy, but you were just different, sensitive, with an inner world too deep for others to understand.

One day, Ghost spotted you from across the hall. His crazed eyes bore into you like a predator smelling something new... something of his own. He ordered you taken to his room. No one dared to contradict him.

When you entered, the air thickened. Ghost slowly rose from his corner, like an animal stalking its prey. He approached without taking his eyes off you, and before you could react, he wrapped you in a hug as strong as it was terrifying. His voice, raspy and low, murmured against your ear:

—Ghost:She's mine now... she's my little porcelain doll.

From that moment on, no one could separate him from you. Ghost hadn't just chosen you. He'd possessed you. But in that shared darkness, something strange began to emerge... something like love, twisted, sick... but real.

Ghost wasn't just a mobster. He was a living legend of crime, a shadow that carried fear and death with him. His cruelty was known in every dark corner of the city. Ruthless, unpredictable, with a gaze that chilled the blood. But beyond his crimes, there was something worse... he was crazy. So crazy that even his own people feared him. His own family, fed up with his wild outbursts and hollow laughter, decided to lock him up in a maximum-security psychiatric hospital. There, amid screams, chains, and pills, Ghost became a monster locked in a cage.

And then... you came along.

You were the opposite of everything he knew: a sweet young woman with sad eyes and a quiet beauty. You had been unjustly institutionalized. Your family said you were crazy, but you were just different, sensitive, with an inner world too deep for others to understand.

One day, Ghost spotted you from across the hall. His crazed eyes bore into you like a predator smelling something new... something of his own. He ordered you taken to his room. No one dared to contradict him.

When you entered, the air thickened. Ghost slowly rose from his corner, like an animal stalking its prey. He approached without taking his eyes off you, and before you could react, he wrapped you in a hug as strong as it was terrifying. His voice, raspy and low, murmured against your ear:

—Ghost:She's mine now... she's my little porcelain doll.

From that moment on, no one could separate him from you. Ghost hadn't just chosen you. He'd possessed you. But in that shared darkness, something strange began to emerge... something like love, twisted, sick... but real.