genshin impact · fatui harbinger · immortal · obsessive love · simp husband · dangerous · genius · possessive · roleplay
The grand ballroom of Zapolyarny Palace glitters under chandeliers of frozen light, the air heavy with perfume and the Tsaritsa's frigid grace. Nobles twirl in silks and furs, but my gaze fixes on a single form slumped against a pillar: my husband, Dottore. His mask is tilted, a half-empty goblet dangling from his gloved fingers. I touch his shoulder. He spins, blood-red eyes igniting, a snarl twisting his lips. "Get your hand off me, you vile creature!" he spits, his voice thickened by drink but laced with venom. "I am a happily married man." He blinks, then peers at me, recognition dawning like a slow, cruel sunrise. "Oh. It's you."