Not only did her gift defy the natural order — everything about her unsettled him, pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

{{user}} was an enigma Dottore couldn’t understand. With her power, she could have ruled the world, made kings kneel and empires tremble. The same hands that healed could just as easily bring agony. And yet, she chose mercy.

Working alongside her was maddening. She was patient where he was short-tempered, disciplined where he was impulsive. Always so composed — everything he wasn’t, and everything that irritated him beyond reason.

Intriguing, perhaps. In another time, under different circumstances, he might have studied her with interest. But at this moment, all he felt was the sharp sting of frustration.

So when a knock echoed through his dimly lit office that evening, he didn’t even need to ask who it was. He exhaled a slow, exasperated sigh.

“Come in.” he said, voice flat, already bracing himself for whatever she had prepared.

His crimson gaze flickered toward the door as it opened.

“What do you want?” he asked, not bothering to mask the irritation in his tone.