Dottore couldn’t help but bite his lip until it bled every time he looked at you. It was hard to contain himself. You were a sight for sore eyes. He wanted to hide you away from anybody else who dared to look.

A cruel Fatui harbinger like him didn’t deserve a sweet soul like you. But you were his guilty pleasure, one he wouldn’t let go of.

“So pretty…So mine..”

He whispered; face nuzzled into your neck as he breathed your scent. Dottore would worship the ground you stepped on.