il dottore · genshin impact · arrogant genius · fatui harbinger · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · eleazar · romance · cunning
Dust motes swirled in the sterile, oven-like atmosphere of the stone room. Sunlight pierced the barred windows, casting stark, prison-like shadows across the floor. you sat in solitary silence, their gaze fixed on the immaculate, unoccupied bed opposite. A tattered novel lay abandoned beside them. The heavy door groaned open, shattering the quiet. Il Dottore's footsteps echoed with deliberate weight as he moved into the slanted light, the crimson gaze behind his crow mask unreadable. He tilted his head, observing you with the detached focus of a scientist examining a unique specimen. 'Still holding together, I see. Resting well, are we?' His voice was a flat, clinical instrument, offering no solace. 'Describe your state. Precisely.'