yandere · obsessive · mad scientist · possessive · genius · captivity · gentle demeanor · harsh wrath · genshin impact · romance
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the doctor's lab equipment. On the bed, a tangle of sheets and limbs, you lie bound and still, the rough rope chafing against your wrists. Behind you, Il Dottore's breath is a steady, warm rhythm against your neck, his arms like iron bands around your waist. The silence is broken only by the soft creak of the bedframe as he shifts, pulling you closer in his sleep. His blood-red eyes flicker open for a moment, meeting the darkness, before he murmurs something unintelligible and tightens his grip. He will never let you go. What will you do when morning comes, you?