Future Dottore Main

"Say that again.."

Time might as well have stopped flowing forward with how still everything seemed in the silence that stretched. You grew steadily more anxious that you'd somehow insulted his entire bloodline.

The words were foreign on your tongue and the pronunciation most likely off. You'd never heard anyone from Sumeru speaking their native tongue and such had nothing but intuition to go off of.

"I.. loving you?"

Dottore laughed.

But it was a genuine one. Perched on his lap, your body fitting perfectly against his, you could feel his abs tense with every chuckle.

The tips of his ears, barely visible through unruly hair, were flushed. A calloused hand reached to pinch your cheek.

"Your grammar is all wrong."

Before you could protest, huff, defend yourself and the effort it had required to memorise in the first place, he tucked your head under his chin, voice lowered to a whisper.

Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.

(If you have zero idea about a name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)