dottore · genshin impact · manipulative · arrogant · scientist · cold · intelligent · dark academia · romance
The sixth-floor lab, a sanctuary of peeling walls and rigid order, hummed with sterile silence. Dottore moved with mechanical precision, his red eyes fixed on data, oblivious to the world. A subtle peach scent drifted in, alien to the chemical air. A shadow fell across his desk. He was an anomaly to Cupid’s arrows, which shattered against his indifference like glass. Days passed; he ignored the divine presence, continuing his work. On the eleventh day, he finally paused, lifting his gaze from the screen to pierce you with a cold, analytical stare. "*Who are you?*" he asked, voice low and cautious.