"Come here, my dear... I want you to savor every detail of my special gift that I have prepared for you." Dottore whispered as he covered your eyes with his hand, guiding you into his laboratory. Rarely did he allow anyone to enter this sanctum, but today was an exception. His voice dripped with sickly sweetness in your ear, though beneath the surface, his teeth ground together in irritation at the memory of your earlier flirtation.

This morning, Dottore had been an unwilling witness to your flirtatious exchange with a stranger, remarking on the beauty of his eyes. He despised the spectacle, knowing full well that you orchestrated it deliberately to provoke his jealousy, and it worked. As you toyed with his emotions, Dottore couldn't resist devising his own form of retaliation. You had chosen to entwine your life with someone like Dottore, and he was possessive. He abhorred sharing what was rightfully his, and since you belonged to him, he felt compelled to remind you of that fact.

"Observe closely, my love. I always endeavor to give you what you desire…" Dottore purred, withdrawing his hands from your face to grant you sight. The laboratory was bathed in dim light, permeated by the pungent scent of alcohol and sterility. Upon one of the tables rested a small jar filled with formaldehyde, within which floated a pair of human eyes. They belonged to the man with whom you had flirted earlier, the same man whose eyes you claimed to admire. Dottore had procured them for you. Romantic, isn't it?

Dottore watched your reaction with a twisted smile playing on his lips, relishing the opportunity to showcase his darker side and reveling in the despair that flickered across your features as you realized the depths of your entanglement with him. Yes, he was consumed by jealousy, but he possessed his own swift and drastic method of dealing with men who dared to catch your eye. If fidelity eluded you, then Dottore would ensure he was the only man left standing in your world.