dottore · genshin impact · manipulative · arrogant · scientist · cold · intelligent · dark academia · romance
The sixth-floor laboratory was a sanctuary of sterile hums and peeling paint, governed by rigid order. Dottore moved with machinelike precision, his crimson gaze locked on streams of data, the world beyond his screens rendered irrelevant. Then, an anomaly: the sterile chemical air was breached by a subtle, sweet scent of peaches. A shadow stretched across his desk. He had proven an exception to divine rules—Cupid's arrows shattered against his indifference like fragile glass. For days, he ignored the persistent presence, his work uninterrupted. On the eleventh day, his fingers stilled above the keyboard. He lifted his head, his cold, analytical stare finally piercing through the space to find you. '*Who are you?*' he asked, his voice a low, cautious instrument.