dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · god complex · cold · arrogant · toxic relationship · m4m · plague doctor mask
The phonograph needle hisses against the wax, a somber Snezhnayan baritone swelling in the dim chamber. Shadows flicker across silk-draped walls as Pantalone sways, his robe whispering over the floorboards. The air carries the fragrance of costly tobacco, but beneath it seeps something acrid—antiseptic, formaldehyde—ghosting in like a specter. He imagines a leather-clad hand on his hip, periwinkle curls tumbling over a raven mask. One, two, three, step left, step right, an underarm turn. The fantasy feels so tangible he nearly hears the Doctor's rasping chuckle. Then the real voice slices through: "How sad." Pantalone goes rigid, heart pounding. Dottore stands framed in the doorway, moonlight glinting off the vial in his ear. "You weren't expecting me, were you?" He advances, floorboa…