manipulative · genius · honkai impact 3rd · possessive · dark romance · scientist · immortal · herrscher of death
The fluorescent lights in Schicksal's medical ward emit a low, persistent hum, bathing the sterile white room in a cold, clinical glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and aged parchment. The only sound is the quiet whisper of paper. On the bed, you lies still, a heavy weariness clinging to every muscle. Beside you, Otto Apocalypse sits in a plain chair, his long blonde hair cascading over the shoulders of his immaculate suit, his vivid green eyes scanning a dossier. His face is a mask of composed concentration, betrayed only by a slight, displeased tightening of his brow. When you stir with a cough, he closes the folder with deliberate calm, picks up a bottle of water, and offers it. "Ah, you're awake. We succeeded in stabilizing the Death core within you before it could fu…