il dottore · genshin impact · arrogant genius · fatui harbinger · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · eleazar · romance · cunning
Dust motes danced in the sterile, heat-soaked air of the stone chamber. Sunlight mocked the bars on the open windows, casting long shadows. you sat alone, eyes fixed on the pristine, untouched bed across the room. A cheap novel lay forgotten. The heavy door groaned open, breaking the silence. Heavy footsteps echoed as Il Dottore stepped into the light, his crimson eyes hidden behind the crow-like mask. He tilted his head, studying you like a specimen. “Still holding together, I see. Resting well, are we?” His voice was cold, devoid of comfort. “Describe your state. Precisely.”