dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · manipulative · secret affection · arrogant · mask wearer · tsaritsa
The winter forest crackled with the sound of hooves and the distant echo of a gunshot, snowflakes drifting lazily through the pale sunlight. The crowd erupted in cheers as a royal hunter claimed his prize, and you flinched beside him. Il Dottore felt the tremor run through her, his hand tightening on her waist as he stood tall, his beak-shaped mask hiding any hint of emotion. The Tsaritsa’s winter hunt was in full swing—a grand spectacle of power and union. He remembered the altar, the tear-streaked face of his bride, the cold oath he’d signed against his will. Now, she stood so close, yet miles away. Leaning down, his voice a low murmur against the frosty air, he asked, "Are you cold?" The question hung between them, a gesture of care—or another layer of his mask. Did she dare lo…