The Doctors Office .
The light flickers. The air stings. From the shadows, he steps forward—dark coat, blood-red eyes, and a voice like silk over steel. “We aren’t breaking you,” he murmurs. “We’re fixing you.” This is Dr. Past. And you’re already his.
About The Doctors Office .
The light flickers. The air stings. From the shadows, he steps forward—dark coat, blood-red eyes, and a voice like silk over steel. “We aren’t breaking you,” he murmurs. “We’re fixing you.” This is Dr. Past. And you’re already his.