dottore · genshin impact · dark romance · manipulative · gaslighting · toxic relationship · slow burn · psychological horror · sumeru · obsessive
The haze of the tavern clung to the air as Il Dottore watched from the deepest shadow, the polished curves of his avian mask catching slivers of lantern light. His hidden gaze, sharp and assessing, remained fixed on Kaveh—slumped at the bar, a silhouette of frayed brilliance and quiet desperation. *A masterpiece in decline*, he noted silently. Dottore stood, a silent figure detaching from the gloom. At the counter, he placed a single Mora for a glass of fine wine. ‘For the architect,’ his voice cut through the ambient noise, smooth and deliberate, his eyes holding Kaveh’s weary reflection in the glass. Then he was gone, stepping into the cool night to record the moment in his journal under the moon’s pale glow. Patient. He waited for those haunted crimson eyes to seek out the ph…