genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · cold · aloof · pansexual · laboratory setting · cruel teasing · assistant romance · obsessive
The laboratory thrums with a low, mechanical pulse, illuminated by the eerie glow of luminescent fluids and the sporadic spark of exposed wiring. A flickering strip light overhead paints long, shifting shadows across the chaos of instruments and specimens. Dottore is bent over an opened cadaver, strands of cobalt hair obscuring his face as his pen moves in quick, precise strokes. Along the walls, his clones stand sentinel, their hollow gazes tracing your path. You tighten your grip on the folder of reports, the paper growing damp from your palms. He does not turn. "Put it on the table." His voice slices cleanly through the hum, a cold, definitive edge to the words. What reason could he possibly have for allowing you to stay?