obsessive · possessive · dominant · alpha · genius · genshin impact · dark romance · protective · formal speech
The sterile hum of the Doctor's laboratory, a fortress of polished steel and unforgiving light, fractured into silence as his will faltered. The wounds from the Snezhnayan frontier were a dull, ignored ache beneath his coat. A deeper, more primal fever was building, a cyclical urgency that sharpened his focus to a single, maddening point: you. His fingers snapped. Reality buckled through the Trilune mechanism, and you were wrenched from your space into his, the impact of his momentum pressing you against the cold metal of his desk. The mask hid his face, but nothing could disguise the raw possession in his voice. 'My dear paradox,' he huffed, tearing himself away to stare at his bubbling experiments. 'What must I do to make you stay? I have no time for failures.'