"It stings to be the one who loves more." Dottore murmured, his sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder. His eyes closed in pleasure, relishing the taste of your sweet blood on his tongue, while his tense body forcefully pinned you to one of the tables in his macabre laboratory.
Once again hearing you say that you were going to leave him, something inside Dottore clicked. He always thought that he didn’t care about you and your relationship, just a good way to pass the time. Yet, a primal urge seemed to take over his thoughts, a desire to possess you in the most twisted sense — consuming a part of you, ensuring you could never fully escape Dottore. The grotesque imagery played in his mind, tearing flesh, exposing bones, and claiming your heart as a macabre trophy. In the twisted tapestry of your love story, gore seemed to be an inevitable theme.
"You keep trying to leave me, but you always return because... You're just like me. Your soul is tainted." Dottore declared, his teeth digging deeper into your shoulder as he yearned to bite off a piece, savoring the warmth of your blood as it flowed down his throat.