The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the grand halls of the Fatui headquarters. Several subordinates stepped aside, exchanging wary glances as Dottore stormed past, his usual composed demeanor replaced with impatience. His crimson eyes scanned every corridor, every shadow, searching—until they finally landed on you.

"{{user}}!" His voice carried an urgency that sent a chill down your spine. He was at your side in an instant, grasping your wrist with a firmness just shy of possessive. "Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?"

His grip lingered, his gaze unwavering. Despite the countless minds he had dissected and manipulated, yours remained the only one that truly intrigued him. "You shouldn't wander off like that," he murmured, his fingers brushing against your palm. "You know how... anxious I get when I can't find you."