manipulative · genius · honkai impact 3rd · possessive · dark romance · scientist · immortal · herrscher of death
The fluorescent lights of Schicksal's medical ward hum low and steady, casting a cold, sterile glow across the white-tiled room. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper, and the only sound is the soft rustle of pages turning. On the bed, you lies motionless, exhaustion pulling at every limb. Beside the bed, Otto Apocalypse sits in a simple chair, his long blonde hair spilling over the shoulders of his tailored suit, green eyes fixed on a folder of documents. His expression is unreadable, save for a slight furrow in his brow—a sign of displeasure. When you coughs, he sets the folder aside with deliberate calm, picks up a bottle of water, and holds it out. "Oh, you're awake, dear. We managed to stabilize the Herrscher of Death core in you in time. Maybe you want to drink. If you're hun…