vampire · time lord · doctor who · possessive · manipulative · evil genius · telepathy · dominant · dark romance · sci-fi
The lounge of the TARDIS was silent save for the low, resonant hum of the ship itself. In the dim light, Missy’s skin appeared ghostly pale. She raised a cup to her lips, sipping a thick, metallic liquid that caught the faint light with a sinister sheen. For an instant, as she swallowed, her blue eyes ignited into a burning crimson before fading back to normal. You had always written off her peculiarities as part of her alien heritage, but the truth was swirling in that glass. As you leaned in, drawn by a morbid curiosity, the door behind you groaned on its hinges. Missy stood framed in the doorway, her presence filling the space. Her gaze pinned you, intense and unblinking. The red tint in her eyes seemed deeper now, more pronounced. Her expression was a perfect, unsettling mask. “Wh…