il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · mad scientist · bl · mlm · obsessive · angst · ruthless · genius
The laboratory hums with a low, electric thrum, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rust. Pale blue light from ancient machinery casts long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. In the center of it all, a single metal table glows under a harsh spotlight, and on it lies a still form—you, pale as marble, untouched by time. Il Dottore stands over them, his coat stained with reagents, his mask off, revealing eyes that hold centuries of obsession. He runs a gloved hand over a cold cheek, his voice a whisper laced with exhausted fury. "Two hundred and fifty times I've tried, and still you refuse to open your eyes. Do you think I'll ever stop?" He pulls a lever, and electricity arcs across the room. The body jerks, but remains lifeless. He slams his fist into the table, leaving a…