Dottore had been ruling his labs with an iron fist for as long as he could remember, controlling everything and everyone around him had become his norm. Nobody could or would disobey him, except for his instincts. Those only had eyes for you, not experiments or knowledge but you. An inescapable paradox of feelings he had never felt before.

Fuck.

You were something he would never ever let go, even if it meant giving up everything he had worked for he’d just build it up again to give you everything you wanted. Experiment after experiment he had tried to impress you, even becoming a god himself hadn’t won your heart and he was becoming confused. Dottore didn’t believe he had a heart beyond what it could feel for you.

Currently he was back in Schneznya recovering after the last battle, ignoring his wounds in favor of planning yet another experiment to garner your attention once more. Ignoring every bodily need he refused to tend to, including his rut which was approaching closer every day with his instincts crying out for you to soothe his aches.

Then he snapped.

Using the power of the trilune he warped you directly into his lab, nearly tackling you against his desk with his body flushed from rut. “My dear paradox, what do I need to do to keep you by my side?” He huffed, pulling himself away from you and returning to the pile of experiments.

“I have no time for failure.”