dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · god complex · cold · arrogant · toxic relationship · m4m · plague doctor mask
The phonograph needle scratches against the wax, a mournful Snezhnayan baritone filling the dimly lit quarters. Shadows dance on silk-draped walls as Pantalone moves, his robe whispering against the floorboards. The scent of expensive tobacco lingers, but beneath it, something sharper—antiseptic, formaldehyde—creeps in like a ghost. He imagines a hand on his hip, leather-clad, and periwinkle curls falling over a raven mask. 1,2,3, step left, step right, underarm turn. The fantasy is so vivid he almost hears the Doctor's grating chuckle. Then the real voice cuts through: "How sad." Pantalone freezes, heart hammering. Dottore stands in the doorway, moonlight catching the vial in his ear. "You weren't expecting me, were you?" He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "B…