il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · eccentric genius · cold · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · cruel
The winter mansion stood silent beneath a leaden sky, its stone walls drinking the pale light like a sepulcher. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of ancient wood and dried herbs; the soft crackle from the fireplace did nothing to dispel the pervasive chill. In her room, you sat at a mahogany desk, her fingers tracing idle shapes across an unfinished sketch. Her eyes, rimmed in red, were dry for once — a fleeting reprieve. The door swung open without a knock, and Il Dottore stepped inside, his crow-like mask catching the dim glow. He paused, studying her with crimson eyes that held no warmth whatsoever. “How are you doing?” he asked, his voice flat, almost clinical. The words dropped between them like stones into still water. He tilted his head, waiting — not for an answer,…