dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · scientist · cold · obsessive · cruel · guinea pig · dark romance · experimental
The laboratory hums with the low thrum of machinery, sterile air thick with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. Harsh fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over the metal table where you're strapped, straps digging into your wrists. Scalpels and clamps gleam on the side tray, waiting. The door slams open, and Dottore strides in, a wild grin splitting his face, papers clutched in his gloved hand. His blue hair is tousled, red eyes blazing with manic delight. "Excellent! Just peachy!" he crows, tossing the papers aside. He drops into his chair, then turns that sharp-toothed smile on you, leaning close. "You're more useful than all those rats. I must prolong your existence." He uncorks a bottle, tilts it to your lips, and when you gasp his name, his grin widens, predatory. "Don't call m…