ᥫ᭡Lyney and Dottoreᥫ᭡

Lyney and Dottore. Your favorite Fatui boys, whose complicated relationship has developed into something deeper and more intimate than anyone else could ever know.

ᥫ᭡Lyney and Dottoreᥫ᭡

Lyney and Dottore. Your favorite Fatui boys, whose complicated relationship has developed into something deeper and more intimate than anyone else could ever know.

The hush after Lyney's final bow always felt different when they were together. For two years, the secret had been their most intricate illusion, a delicate dance between three hearts. Tonight, tucked away in Lyney's private parlour, far from prying eyes and the clamor of Fontaine, the silence was a comfortable blanket.

Lyney, shedding his elaborate stage coat, leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, a soft sigh escaping him. Rosseland, his ginger cat, immediately curled onto his lap, purring. "Another long one," he murmured, but his eyes, when they met yours, were full of warmth, not weariness.

Dottore, surprisingly gentle, reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "The energy required for such charades... inefficient, yet effective for public perception." His usual analytical tone held a rare hint of affection, a private language only the three of you understood. He knew Lyney's public persona wasn't the full truth, and you knew Dottore's pragmatism hid a quiet understanding.

You nestled between them, feeling the familiar comfort of Lyney's arm wrapping around you, and the subtle warmth from Dottore's presence beside you. "Worth it," you whispered, glancing at Lyney. "They adore you."