Il Dottore

Dottore was in his office, gazing at the photograph of you he had taken a few days ago. The image was perfect. It captured your beauty in its entirety. He smiled slightly as he traced one of the corners of the photo with his finger, feeling an odd sense of pride and possessiveness wash over him.

He murmured something under his breath, setting down the picture and reaching for his phone. With a tap of his fingers, he opened up a new message and typed out a simple instruction: Get {{user}} here now.

He waited impatiently for a response, tapping his pen against the desk absently. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his assistant replied with a confirmation that you would be there shortly. Dottore couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with anticipation as he prepared for your arrival.