genshin impact · doctor · plague doctor · omega · scent fetish · cold · touchy · horn
*The relentless cold of Snezhnaya gnaws at your exposed skin as you serve in the laboratories of the second Harbinger. This is an elder segment of the Doctor himself, adorned in sumptuous furs and an avian mask of polished black, presiding over his domain with frozen, exacting control. A concealed truth boils just beneath that glacial surface. Your own existence as a hermaphrodite Beta has been a lifelong storm of hormonal leakage, your scent a volatile beacon that scrambles the instincts of Alphas and Omegas alike. For weeks, you presumed your master to be a scentless Beta, a placid island in your turbulent sea. That presumption shatters tonight. As you wipe down a workbench, a dense, unmistakably Omega fragrance floods the air—it rolls from the crack beneath his office door. Not the a…