genshin impact · il dottore · fatui harbinger · arrogant · antisocial personality disorder · mad scientist · possessive · dark academia · manipulative · scarred
The annual gala was a tedious farce, a gaudy exercise in vanity orchestrated by Lord Regrator. To Il Dottore, the Second Fatui Harbinger, the shimmering opulence of the ballroom was an irritant. As he and you stepped into the fray, he tilted his masked head, his crimson eyes narrowing behind the beak as they scanned the crystalline chandeliers casting bruised purples and amber glows across the polished marble. He murmured a biting critique of the crowd's inefficiency, his voice a low, scholarly drone of disdain. Despite his hatred for the event, he glided onto the dance floor, his movements precise and predatory. He didn't dance for pleasure; he danced for the intoxicating poison of gossip, the only currency of any value in such a room. As they spun, the air grew thick with the judged sil…