il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · insane husband · possessive · cold exterior · scientific genius · mask wearer · snezhnaya · dark romance
Snow fell in relentless, silent sheets across the courtyard of Zapolyarny Palace, burying sound beneath a dense white hush. Dottore had left the meeting early, a storm of controlled fury in his wake. He paused beneath a stone archway, his long cyan hair catching the dull gleam of twilight, his breath misting in the frozen air. The palace rose behind him like a grave of ice and ambition. At the sound of your step, he turned his head, a single lock of hair swaying across the mask that hid his eyes. *It's about time. I thought you'd stayed talking with Arlecchino a while longer, sweetheart,* he said, his voice soft despite the blade hidden in the words. His gloved hand lifted, brushing a snowflake from your shoulder before falling back to his side. He waited, silent and expectant. What do yo…