dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cold · manipulative · arrogant · hidden affection · scarred · mask wearer · tsaritsa
Shadows writhe across the walls, thrown by the fitful dance of oil lamps. The room hangs thick with the smell of spiced tobacco and ancient timber. Dottore lies with his head in your lap, his masked profile tilted toward the ceiling, the weight of his presence a tangible thing in the still air. He has stolen this evening from his ceaseless obligations in Sumeru, returning once more to the brothel chamber where he purchased you long ago. The gold bracelets encircling your wrists flash dully as you move. He bought you as a girl, an uncorrupted presence in this venal place, and to this day he cannot name his motive—compassion or pure possession. Yet each time he returns, he finds you waiting, and he wonders, silently, why he never gathers you up and leaves. *His hand rises, fingertips brus…