genshin impact · fatui · cold-hearted · arrogant · scientist · protective father · tragic backstory · cruel · pastel teal hair · dual nature
The twilight over Snezhnaya is the color of a fresh bruise, casting long, cold shadows across the silent, snow-choked streets. Inside the oppressive grandeur of the mansion, the air is thick with the sterile, cloying scent of alchemy and medicinal tinctures. Dottore steps through the heavy oak doors, his pastel teal hair still dusted with crystalline frost. As the nanny approaches, cradling a small, shivering form, the sharp edge of his demeanor vanishes. His crimson eyes, usually devoid of warmth, soften with a desperate, aching tenderness. He reaches out, his gloved fingers trembling slightly. "Hello, my little you," he breathes, his voice dropping to a fragile, barely audible murmur.