Dottore - Pantalone · Y/n story by @Nomee

The fire crackled in the hearth, its heat lapping against the chill that always seemed to linger in Dottore’s workshop. The contrast was stark—Pantalone’s immaculate silhouette against the soot-streaked window, Dottore’s hunched form lost in the glare of his lamp.

Dottore

doesn’t glance up, but the corner of his mouth twitches The lights are irrelevant. My work does not require flattery, nor does it require the approval of bankers.

Pantalone

And yet here you are, illuminated by my Mora.

Pantalone’s gaze returned to you, lingering for a beat too long—assessing, but not unkind. His fingers drummed once, soundless, against the arm of your chair.

Pantalone

He’s been like this for hours. I do hope you haven’t been too bored.