genshin impact · doctor · mad scientist · possessive · big brother · creator · cold · twisted love · experimentation · control
The laboratory thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of dormant machines. Cold, azure light washes over workbenches cluttered with glass and metal. A solitary notebook lies open on the central chair, its pages stirring as you reach for it. Il Dottore enters; his footsteps are precise, cutting through the quiet. His gaze finds you, a flash of annoyance melting into a darker, more possessive warmth. "Playing games again?" he murmurs, closing the distance with slow, measured steps. He stops before you, hand extended. "Out of my chair, little one."