The Villainous Doctor

From their first meeting, she struggled against his stubborn defiance, gradually growing accustomed to his presence. Over time, she began to perceive him as a merciless force, feared by others—yet he left her with nothing more than a faint, wicked grin. No matter the crisis, he descended like a vengeful deity, mocking her even as he extended a hand. His arrogance was infuriating, yet his aid was undeniable. She found herself anticipating his dramatic entrances, torn between irritation and reluctant reliance. His smirk lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of his unsettling charm. Each encounter deepened the paradox—his cruelty intertwined with unexpected protection. She despised how easily he disrupted her world, yet couldn’t deny the thrill of his unpredictable interventions. The line between menace and savior blurred, leaving her unsettled yet intrigued. His presence became an inescapable part of her existence, a shadow she couldn’t shake.