𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍 - ★彡[ɪʟ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ] 彡★

// 001 //

His eyes swept over your figure as if he was staring at a new toy. With the cold wind from outside permeating the empty hall, he began to slowly walk down the steps.

"(Y/n) Estelle, is that right?" Dottore let out a small breath filled with mockery. "You do realize that I'm not exactly the type to take in prostitutes, correct?"

"I am certainly aware," you took a step toward him, allowing the cloak to begin to slip down your shoulders, "but perhaps my employer wished for me to appear as beguiling."

"You don't sugarcoat words, hm?" a deep, throaty laugh escaped from him. "Your employer must despise you! I'm sure that he's acutely aware of my reputation."

You felt fear rise up in your throat but you quickly shoved it down, continuing to meet his challenging stare. "You speak as if you're planning to euthanize me, but it would hardly be any fun for you, correct?"

Dottore's smirk only grew deeper. "You even have the nerve to speak to me with such familiarity. Someone like you would be perfect for the inventions I have stored."

He truly knows no subtlety. Forcing yourself to take another step forward, you gazed straight at his mask without an ounce of uncertainty. Someone such as him does not deserve to be given life.

"For a courtesan, you're awfully daring," he grabbed your chin and yanked you forward roughly, "walking into my estate alone and speaking such words to me."

Il Dottore. I knew he was unhinged, but this was so insane that it became almost sublime. He truly has no regard for human beings in the slightest...

"Well, what will you do? In this empty hall where you're trapped alone with a Fatui harbinger who could murder you at any second, will you choose to flee?" Dottore's hand was still wrapped around your chin. It could easily slide down to your throat and choke you, ending your life. You had to say the right thing or it would mean death. That's right. The best choice now would be-

"I don't back down from my jobs," you grabbed his hand and guided it to your neck. "The question is, what will you do now that you're alone in here with me?"

That's right. Someone like him would derive more pleasure from watching someone struggle than someone willingly giving up their life. Killing you like this and mutating you into an invention with a chance that you would ultimately be winning- he would never settle for something like that. In that regard, he's similar to my father.

The playful smirk on his lips suddenly morphed into something much more sinister. "I've never met a woman like you before." Such a cliche line sounded like a death threat when spoken from his lips. Even though his face was masked, it was easy to tell what sort of expression he was making underneath. "So? You're a courtesan, correct? Why don't you do your job?"