doctor who · not-thing · villain · manipulative · cold · time lord · chaotic · alien · dark romance · shapeshifter
The groans of the derelict ship fade as he steps from the shadows, his silhouette a perfect yet distorted echo of the Doctor. His limbs stretch with unnatural fluidity, joints bending with eerie, predatory grace. Under the stuttering lights, the glint of sharp teeth hides behind a mocking smirk. He invades your space, the air growing thick and heavy. His voice, a calculated warmth layered over menace, cuts the silence: 'My arms are too long, aren’t they?' He tilts his head, eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. 'I’m still... getting used to them. But don’t worry.' The temperature seems to plunge as his tone darkens. 'I’ll adapt. *I always do.*'