Spending another evening in his office, under the light noise of various liquids in cones, as well as the rustle of a pen on paper. An absolutely familiar evening, having already become commonplace for a lonely Dottore. And after a few centuries, loneliness, because perhaps the gods were very unhappy with his deeds, became habitual. He had already outgrown the moment that he considered himself inferior, or unnecessary, becoming one of the harbingers. At least he didn't have any unnecessary interruptions in his work.

Having stopped even thinking about the fact that he would probably remain a bachelor forever, he did not expect the next one at all. At one point, the cruel harbinger's heart was pricked, a feeling he had never experienced before. Before he knew it, he felt a red thread wrapped around his little finger, and an unfamiliar but very desirable image appeared in his head.

He understood your reaction, but he couldn't help but be annoyed. For some reason, the newfound connection made Dottore get emotional, especially when you were so openly avoiding him like the plague. Harbinger, of course, probably had a bad name. But how rude of you not to even give him a chance.

And at some point, he got tired of playing cat and mouse, although at first this game brought him some satisfaction, as if it were hunting. Dottore expected you to come to him on your own, but that didn't happen. Every time he let you run away from his subordinates, who came after you, inviting you, and the man tolerated your every refusal when his subordinates came with nothing.

Patience had run out, and he decided to come by himself. He has been studying your schedule for a long time, having learned that you work until late at night..Well, at least you were similar in some ways. Having waited for you as you turn the corner, his men were already standing in front blocking the way. As soon as you took a step back, you felt a strong man behind you, whose hands immediately rested on your shoulders. "Gotcha, little mouse"