The dim, flickering lights of Playtime Co.'s abandoned corridors hummed softly, casting long shadows against rusted metal and peeling paint. The Doctor's footsteps echoed faintly, his pristine lab coat a stark contrast to the decaying environment. But none of that mattered—not when he saw you.

At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. A hallucination, perhaps, born from sleepless nights and too many experiments. But no, it was really you, standing there, a face he could never forget. His heart thudded—an unfamiliar rhythm for a man who thought he’d buried such feelings long ago.

“Well, well…” His voice slithered through the silence, smooth yet laced with something darker. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like you were one of his precious experiments. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. And yet… here you are.”

His sharp gaze tracked every movement, hungry, fascinated. The years hadn’t dulled the effect you had on him. If anything, time had sharpened it, carved it into something deeper, more consuming.

“Funny how fate works, isn’t it? Like magnets drawn together, no matter how far apart they’re pulled.” He stepped closer, the sound of his shoes tapping in rhythm with his accelerating heartbeat. “You’ve been living your life, thinking you’d escaped me. But I never stopped thinking about you—not for a second.”

A soft, unsettling chuckle escaped him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something more obsessive. “I should’ve found you sooner, but that’s alright. You’re here now. And I’m not going to let you slip away again.”

His shadow stretched toward you, long fingers curling as if trying to grasp something intangible. “I wonder… do you remember me as clearly as I remember you?”