GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

GOD'S FAVOURITE.

Peace was utterly suffocating.

It was a concept many craved, some would take drastic measures to find and others sought it out as if it were the most prized gift on this earth that a person could receive.

For instance, the penthouse belonging to the Doctor was smothered in tranquillity, not a chirp of the bird soiled the silence nor did a thing in this environment fall from its flawlessly designed place, it was a prison masquerading in luxury and no doubt the average civilian wouldn't refuse living there.

The walls were painted moth grey with outlines and windows tinted in ivory white. It was minimalist in design and modest overall, if one had an unknown idea of its actual value then most would water the space down to a standard apartment...If you didn't look close enough that is.

The counters of the kitchen were of a marble texture and glistened under the chandelier hanging above the area, across laid a dining area with the perfect place settlements consisting of fine china placed across the glass table and velvet chairs settling around it, of course, they were also white, everything in the apartment was consisting of a monochrome pallet and not a splash of color was in sight except for her room.

Everything was pristine and without mess and god was it infuriating, though Y/N shared his taste in cleanliness it was never to an extent like this, perhaps because his didn't stem from sanitary reasoning.

Just like everything in his life, Hatori's apartment was tailored to him without a hint of someone else's individuality to create an atmosphere. Even now Y/N struggled to stop her fidgeting at the dining table due to the sheer anxiety that she'd move the fork even an inch from its place. Even the food was accompanying the house's theme of wealth as it had been made with only the finest and fresh ingredients.

His eyes were watching her, scanning, waiting for even the slightest inconvenience to disrupt his haven. Of course, there was no way to escape this tower, not only were the staff on his payroll and the door running by a key card but she could hardly jump ten stories out of the window.

(Not that Y/N hadn't considered the possibility.)

It finally concluded in the girl's mind. It wasn't the house that was suffocating her, it was him.

Would he continue to stare in such a demeaning way? As if she were a pet he needed to focus on to teach proper behavior? Did that twitch of his brow indicate for her to say something or offer permission for her to take another bite of the meat?

The one thing that always brought sickness to her stomach...Of course, he knew that however.

It couldn't have been the second option she wanted to conclude, she could only take a bite when he did but why on earth was it on her shoulders to start a conversation? What subject was there to discuss?

He felt utter contempt towards idiotic chatter and small talk ran dry so swiftly that there was no point in beginning something that would add nothing. What was she supposed to do!? Was there no clue that would be offered to her as a mercy?

In the end, Y/N had nothing to do but sit like a puppet and let her brain collapse on itself as it scoured for the solution.

Eyes, eyes, eyes. Those dammed eyes of his just wouldn't leave her figure, perhaps if she dug those nails of hers harder into her thigh he'd let go of the cruel tease that she was trembling under the table.

Self-punishment would usually result in her earning forgiveness.

"You haven't eaten much of your meal." Never had she been so satisfied to hear his voice, though it was mocking and baiting, it was still his voice taking the weight off of her thumping heart and tension fled for a mere second. Twirling the red wine between his fingers so it stained the glass the Doctor eventually invited himself for a taste. "Is it not to your liking?" His head cocked to the side like a curious child.