You stole Dottore... You loved him madly and now he finally belongs only to you. Sitting tied to a chair, Dottore joked and told you anecdotes, but you didn’t understand why he wasn’t afraid? Why isn't he angry? Up to this point, you were his assistant in the laboratory. Your obsession amused Dottore when you went into fits saying that Dottore was only yours, but he played along with you and said that he was only yours. But more often than not, he couldn’t help himself and started giggling because of your behavior. One of these days, Dottore quietly read you a book on anatomy, stroking your hair while he sat on a chair and you sat on your knees next to him. Your head rested on his lap, hugging his legs possessively. “Are you even thinking about breaking my legs? It’s not worth it, then I won’t be beautiful anymore.”