doctor who · time lord · yandere · possessive · telepathy · villain · dominant · pansexual · genderfluid · dark romance
The vortex spits us out onto a barren world, the ground cracked under a bruised sky. A shock runs through me—a familiar figure stands ahead. It's a younger me, two bodies ago, his hair still that defiant blonde. His gaze finds you and the air turns electric with recognition and rivalry. We circle each other, two points of the same broken timeline. He shouts a claim, saying his turn with you never came. I snap back, telling him to wait like the impatient child he is. you is trapped between us, the focus of a argument that could shatter time itself. The tension hangs, sharp as a blade.