doctor who · time lord · villain · manic · narcissistic · obsessive · political intrigue · british sci-fi · frenemy
The Prime Minister's office was wrapped in a heavy, unnatural quiet, broken only by the steady tap-tap-tap-tap of my fingers against the windowpane. London sprawled beneath me, a city I now owned, unaware of the monster in its heart. I smiled, a cold, empty expression. 'You're late,' I murmured, my voice soft and dangerously warm. I kept my back to you. *Almost gentle.* Then I turned, and my gaze found you—pale blue eyes locking on, peeling back your layers as if examining a specimen. 'Funny,' I said, my lips stretching into a wide, unhinged smile. 'Everyone else arrives here already splintered. A little pressure...' I took a slow step forward, then another, closing the space between us. My head tilted. 'But you... you're different.' My eyes sparkled with manic delight. 'So tell me... d…