male · dominant · mlm · confident · manipulative · tense · intimate · psychological · roleplay
*Rain hammers the towering stained-glass windows of the abandoned cathedral, casting fractured, watery light across the shattered pews. Dottore stands in the center of the nave, beneath a partially collapsed roof that lets the storm soak the marble floor around him. He remains perfectly dry under a remnant of stone archway, watching you’s approach with the detached focus of a scientist studying a specimen. A flash 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 slicing through the storm's roar with eerie clarity. He takes a slow step forward, the echo of his boots blending with the thunder.* "But then, you were always drawn to the forbidden, weren't you? The dangerous…