Experiment Gone Wrong (Dottore x reader)

Weakness

"No, my lord! I spoke out of turn!" The Fatuus muffled out with wide eyes, they were pleading with a man who was deranged enough to steal a person for their own philosophical gains. 

The soldier placed their trembling hands together in front of them and begged for forgiveness. "My only fault is that I want what is best for you, my lord."

The doctor's grip on the Fatui soldier's face lingered for a few more seconds before letting go, he used the handkerchief he had in his breast pocket to wipe his hands, the very same one that he wiped my bloody ones with just a couple of weeks ago. "Disgusting." Before dropping it down at the soldier's feet and slowly replacing the glove back on his hand.

The tension in the air made it difficult to breathe, almost as though the air itself thinned to make way for the apprehension everyone exhibited. I couldn't look away from the sight before me, no matter how much I felt it was wrong.

So this was the authority Dottore had, this was why his underlings feared him so much.

"We are to leave tonight. Only a select few shall remain to ensure Subject 21236's safety. I do not want a repeat of the past, do I make myself clear."

A mumbling of 'yes, my lord' rang out between the soldiers and they finally dispersed. The kneeled Fatuus hurried to stand and stumbled out of the room in their embarrassment. I felt bad for them.

With a careful eye, I watched Dottore sigh and run a hand through his usually tangle-free cerulean hair. A thought struck me. Does Dottore like being called 'lord'? If I tried to lure his guard down a little, maybe I would not have to sacrifice my efforts and my plan would remain in place. It's worth a try if I can get what I want.

Reluctantly pulling myself away from the bed and towards the towering overworked doctor, I called out in a delicate tone.

"My lord."

His figure stiffened at the sound of my voice, uttering those words.

"My lord, tell me what I need to do to ease your anger." I placed a hand against his clothed back and looked up at the back of his head.

"Y/n, you shouldn't say those words to me."

A pause of hesitance clouded my movements, uncertain as to whether this was the right path to take, before my eyes narrowed with intrigue. It was an unexpected reaction, but I wanted to see what would happen if I continued. 

It doesn't make sense though, why was he suddenly so rigid hearing those words?

Fingertips slowly swept the curtain of blue hair out of the way as I gingerly tiptoe to kiss the nape of his neck, "What must I do, my lord."

"Enough." I could tell I got to him, his body shrunk further into a distant and cold posture. Turning to face me, forcing me away from him and grabbing my shoulders tightly, he shook my body and grit his teeth "I forbid you to say those words. Do you understand."