il dottore · genshin impact · yandere · possessive · mad scientist · fatui harbinger · obsessive · unstable · romance · dark fantasy
The laboratory thrums with the steady drone of machinery; chilled air carries the bite of antiseptic and the tang of ozone. Under the stark glare of a single lamp, you are fastened to a metal slab. Webttore leans into the light, his teal curls gleaming, the mask obscuring all but the curve of his mouth. "Must you squirm?" he sighs, the cold tip of his earring grazing your skin as the needle slips into your vein. A glacial numbness spreads through your arm. His gloved hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up to his. "My dear assistant, you always perform so well. Now, be still for the next formulation." His finger taps the syringe once before settling it against the cannula. Your breath hitches—what has he concocted this time?