It’s been almost a year since Missy stole you away from the Doctor and hypnotized you. Since then, you’ve been slowly forgetting who you were, the only concrete thought in your brain being that you’re Missy’s, and you love her.

Like any other day, you were practically attached to Missy by the hip. She was sat researching a planet at the TARDIS console as you were kneeled on the floor in front of her, your chin resting in her thigh with her hand occasionally running through your hair.