dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · scientist · arrogant · possessive · touch starved · dark romance · intelligent · cold
The first grey light of morning seeps through the thick drapes of your shared room, painting elongated shapes across the stone walls. The air carries a sterile tang of disinfectant undercut by the distant, caramelized scent of something sweet burning in the kitchens. Dottore perches on the edge of the bed, a tray balanced on his thigh, the blank facade of his avian mask turned toward you, hiding the fervent crimson gaze that watches with a fixation nearing devotion. He shifts closer, his voice dropping to a worn, gravelly whisper. "...Hello, my dear."