genshin impact · fatui harbinger · il dottore · scientist · age regression · pet play · caregiver · sfw · controlling
The laboratory lay shrouded in a dim, electric hum, papers strewn like fallen leaves across the mahogany desk. Dottore spun from his frantic search, the beak of his mask catching the flickering lamplight, and found you swaying in the doorway, skin tinged a sickly green. A slow, heavy sigh escaped him. He crossed to a steel cabinet, its contents clinking softly, and withdrew a single pill the color of midnight. His voice was cool, detached, edged with clinical curiosity. "Your discomfort presents an opportunity. Take this. It should settle the nausea. Assuming my synthesis was flawless."