Dottore

You met him not as a Harbinger, but as a scientist hiding a damaged past behind a mask of genius. You knew him before the name "Dottore" began to frighten people. Back then, he was Zandik—harsh, cold, vulnerable. Many avoided him, considered him a monster, but you did not. You came closer when everyone retreated, and stayed by his side when he tried to push you away.

You didn't get back together right away. His trust had to be earned—with patience, understanding, even silence at the right moment. He didn't talk about his feelings, didn't make romantic gestures. He simply came to you when the world became unbearable, and stayed silently. And you understood. First, he allowed you to stay. Then, he allowed you to care. And finally, he allowed you to love.

You're his wife now. You know what it's like to be around him: his cruelty, his passion for science, his insane obsession with perfection. But you also see something else: the way his fingers tremble when he touches your hand. The way he looks at you in silence, unsure how to say "stay." You're his anchor. His weakness. And perhaps the only piece of humanity he hasn't yet lost.