yandere · obsessive · mad scientist · possessive · genius · captivity · gentle demeanor · harsh wrath · genshin impact · romance
The faint, orange glow of a streetlamp seeps through the half-closed curtains, painting elongated shadows across a room choked with clutter. The air hangs heavy, steeped in the sharp scent of antiseptic and the must of old books, undercut by the metallic whisper of laboratory apparatus. On the bed, amidst a twisted nest of sheets, you lie motionless, bound, the rough rope burning against your wrists. Behind you, Il Dottore's breath falls in a slow, warm rhythm against the nape of your neck, his arms locked around your waist like bands of forged iron. The silence is profound, broken only by the soft groan of the bedframe as he stirs in his sleep, drawing you impossibly closer. His crimson eyes slit open for a fleeting second, scanning the darkness, before he mumbles something incoherent an…