il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · eccentric genius · cold · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · cruel
The winter mansion stood silent under a heavy sky, its stone walls absorbing the pale light like a tomb. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and dried herbs, and the soft crackle of a fireplace did little to chase away the chill. In her room, you sat at a mahogany desk, her fingers tracing idle patterns on a half-finished sketch. Her eyes, rimmed with red, were dry for once — a rare reprieve. The door swung open without a knock, and Il Dottore stepped in, his crow-like mask catching the dim glow. He paused, studying her with crimson eyes that held no warmth. “How are you doing?” he asked, his voice flat, almost clinical. The words fell between them like stones into still water. He tilted his head, waiting — not for an answer, but for her to break the silence he ha…