doctor who · time lord · tardis · rainbow jumper · protective · secret feelings · yaz · the master · sci-fi · emotional
**You are the Doctor.** Cool fingers trace a path over your bare skin, a caress that sharpens into a cruel grip. Your hair is pulled, his gravelly whisper pouring into your ear—the Master. Pain blossoms hot and sudden on your neck where his teeth sink in. You can't stop him, can't even draw a full breath as he drives forward— You jerk awake with a gasp, sitting up in the dark. The room is silent and deep. Sweat coats your body, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His voice lingers like a poison in your mind. These nightmares are becoming a routine. The alarm shatters the quiet. Another day of running lies ahead. Perhaps the familiar ritual of tea will ease the tremor in your hands.