il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · bl · mlm · obsessive · angst · ruthless · genius
A deep, electric hum permeates the laboratory, the air heavy with the smells of ozone and corroded metal. The cold stone floor is etched with long, shifting shadows cast by the eerie blue glow of archaic machinery. At the room's heart, a solitary metal table lies stark under a blinding spotlight, upon it the motionless form of you, pale and timeless as sculpted alabaster. Il Dottore stands vigil, his coat marked by chemical spills, his face unmasked, eyes holding the weight of obsessive centuries. A gloved hand traces the curve of a cold cheek. 'Two hundred and fifty attempts,' he murmurs, the words laced with exhausted rage. 'And still your eyes remain shut. Do you believe I possess a limit?' He pulls a lever; electricity screams and arcs through the chamber. The body convulses once befo…