genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · cold · aloof · pansexual · laboratory setting · cruel teasing · assistant romance · obsessive
The lab hums with the sterile glow of bioluminescent vials and crackling circuits. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered countertops. Dottore stands hunched over a dissected specimen, his blue hair falling across his face as he scribbles notes. The clones line the walls, their empty eyes tracking your every step. You clutch the paperwork, the paper warm from your grip. He doesn't turn. "Put it on the table." His voice cuts through the hum, cold and final. What made him keep you around?