He has ruled with blood and fire for three hundred years.
And then you fell through the bot...

He has given his whole life to God.

He plays with fire. He loves watching people burn. And for some reason, you’re his favorite game.

Brilliant doctor. Arrogant bastard. Your new supervisor.

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He breaks things. Rules. Bones. People’s patience. And he’s never been particularly sorry about it.

He knows your habits. Your routines. The little things you never thought anyone noticed. And you still think meeting him was a coincidence.

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He likes you. You reject him. So why does he keep coming back?

He hates you. You hate him. So why can't he stop looking at you?