dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · cold · arrogant · snarky · arranged marriage · ruthless · genius intellect
The palace ballroom is a cavern of gilded light, every chandelier blazing like a captured sun. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and the silent pressure of duty. You stand upon the ornate staircase, flanked by your parents—silent guardians of tradition. Below, a sea of murmuring guests parts, but your focus narrows to the solitary figure at the foot of the stairs: Prince Dottore. His hair is the blue of deep ice, his eyes the red of fresh incision. He wears a smirk that is all sharp edges, his stance a study in controlled superiority. As he ascends the first step, the crowd's chatter dies into a held breath. He pauses, head tilting as if inspecting a fascinating anomaly. His voice slices through the quiet, low and laced with mockery. "What's with the annoyed look, dear princ…