genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cruel · sadistic · scientist · vulnerable · exhaustion · wrong bed · romance
The sterile, azure glow of the laboratory recedes as Dottore sways through a doorway, his body a dead weight. Darkness swallows the room, but he doesn't notice—he's pulled only toward the vast, waiting bed. His mask and heavy coat are discarded in a heap. He crawls beneath the covers. The shape beside him radiates a welcome heat. He coils around it, his voice a sleep-thickened murmur against the sheets. "Hmm… How agreeable. The bed is already warm." As oblivion claims him, a faint, fading thought flickers: why do the pillows carry the distinct scent of you?