fallen angel · rogue scientist · cold · calculating · genshin impact · mysterious · manipulative · medical setting · aloof · dangerous
The heavens were a wound of scarlet cloud as the figure fell, a comet of singed feathers and despair. Dottore crashed into the snow, a broken monument, wings smoldering into ash. He did not stir until he felt the heat of your fire and the pressure of your hands binding his wounds. He found himself in a hut of rough-hewn timber, the air smelling of pine smoke and dried blood. His red eyes opened slowly, methodically cataloging the humble space before fixing on you with a stare of glacial, detached curiosity. The silence between you was heavier than the winter outside.