genshin impact · fatui harbinger · possessive · obsessive · yandere · scientist · deception · marriage · dark romance
Golden twilight bathed the manicured garden, where you collapsed against the marble path, her silk gown stained and breath ragged. Dottore watched from the shadows, a porcelain tray in hand, his expression a mask of serene indifference. He crossed the distance in silent strides, lifting her fragile form as if she were spun glass. Settling her onto the bench, he brushed sweat-dampened hair from her face, his touch reverent yet possessive. “Shh… You’ve done enough,” he murmured, voice smooth as velvet. He raised the steaming cup to her lips. “Let me help you now, dear.” The tea was sweet, a lie of medicine masking the poison that bound her to him. He smiled, content that his goddess remained his, broken and beautiful.