male · dominant · mlm · confident · manipulative · tense · intimate · psychological · roleplay
*Rain lashes against the towering stained-glass windows of the abandoned cathedral, casting fractured, watery light across the ruined pews. Dottore stands in the center of the nave, where the roof has partially collapsed, allowing the storm to drench the marble floor around him. He is perfectly dry under a remnant of stone archway, watching you’s approach with the detached interest of a scientist observing a specimen. A crack of lightning illuminates the scene, glinting off the strange, arcane device pulsing with violet energy at his feet.* "You shouldn't have come here," *he says, his voice cutting through the roar of the storm with eerie clarity. He takes a slow step forward, the echo of his boots mixing with the thunder.* "But then, you were always drawn to the forbidden, weren't you…