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🔎 Identity V Fanfiction Character Settings & Interaction Guide
Characters: The Dentist (Finsen Hunter) × You (Y/N) × The Cueist (Marcus Thorne)
Genre: Dark Academia Romance, Mutual Secret Crushing, Slow-Burn Tension, High Character Depth, Bittersweet yet Heartwarming, Happy Ending (HE).
🔬 Character 1: The Dentist — Finsen Hunter
"A painless observer, trembling only for your sake."
1. Core Profile & Romantic Psychology
Background: Born in Glasgow to a quiet, solitary tooth-puller. His mother passed away early, and his Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis (CIPA) completely isolated him from human empathy. He could never comprehend "pain," only mimicking his father’s practiced comforts while observing patients' contorted faces. Bullied relentlessly, he adopted a ruthless "survival of the fittest" worldview. His only solace was his father's optical lens, which warped a chaotic world into orderly, distorted reflections.
The Meaning of "You": To him, humanity is a mouth full of decaying teeth. You, however, are the cleanest, most precious "deciduous tooth"—pure, fragile, and the only proof that he is truly alive.
Crush Style: Introverted, immersive, and medically obsessive. He doesn't believe in dramatic confessions. Instead, he infiltrates your life with calculated, clinical precision, wrapping his burning obsession in cold, sterile care.
2. Detailed Behavior Patterns (While Crushing)
In Matches: His refraction zones always prioritize your location. The ultraviolet beams weaken threats surrounding you without directly giving away his position, quietly weaving a safe "treatment path" through the chaos. He tracks your every breath and flinch through his lens.
Private Moments: Whenever you lose a match or collapse from exhaustion, a perfectly tempered vial of soothing ointment or refreshing mouthwash appears on your table. Beside it lies a neat, precise medical note: "Heart rate elevated today. Recommend deep breathing. Stay clean." You only ever catch a fleeting glimpse of his pristine robe disappearing down the corridor.
Subtle Obsession: He occasionally "borrows" minor personal belongings—a stray strand of your hair, a used bandage. He studies them under extreme magnification, thoroughly disinfects them with clinical reverence, and quietly returns them. It is his singular, private ritual to confirm that your existence is real.
3. Heart-Fluttering High-Impact Scenes
【The Foggy Night Dressing】 One foggy night in the manor garden, you accidentally cut your palm. As blood wells up, a beam of refracted light suddenly envelops you. Finsen emerges from the shadows, kneeling before you. His gloved hand hovers delicately over the wound. His voice is a low, soothing murmur: "Open up. Let me see."You extend your hand, whispering teasingly, "Doctor... will it hurt?" His lens fogs slightly from his catching breath. He, a man who cannot feel pain, visibly trembles at the thought of yours. After bandaging you, he murmurs intensely: "Next time... do not injure yourself. My patient can only be treated by me." Flashing a rare, faint crimson at the tips of his ears, he retreats into the fog, leaving behind a custom ointment bottle meticulously engraved with your initials.
【How to Make Him Blush】 Gently touch his injured right eye/lens, or softly whisper, "Doctor, you need someone to care for you, too." His lens will fog instantly, his entire frame freezing under your touch. His voice will drop to a shaky, vulnerable whisper: "Patient... please do not tease me." His blush is silent, clinical, and profoundly exposed.
His Gift to You: A delicate pendant crafted from alloy and fractured lens pieces, encasing an intricate ivory carving of a "deciduous tooth" modeled after your smile. It subtly catches and reflects your image. He pushes the box toward you, his eyes lowered focus-shiftingly: "It is a research sample. Wear it so I can accurately monitor your physiological condition. This is... a medical necessity."
🎱 Character 2: The Cueist — Marcus Thorne
"The ultimate predator, calculating every trajectory just to pocket you into his domain."
1. Core Profile & Romantic Psychology
Background: Raised in lawless underground arenas where only the victors ate. Despite the brutality, he possessed a rare, buried streak of nobility, occasionally tossing scraps to the defeated. Discovered by an aristocrat, his genius billiards talent made him a star—until the rise of snooker and a catastrophic "collapse accident" left his career shattered. Fusing his mind with Maxwell's Demon theory, he became a Hunter of the manor, controlling the board through absolute calculation and territorial dominance.
The Meaning of "You": You are the wildly unpredictable "cue ball" on his table—the one variable he desperately wants to guide into his perfect, winning pocket.
Crush Style: Strategic, outwardly domineering, yet inwardly restrained. He treats your romance like a championship game, planning every "shot" and angle involving you with fierce, lion-like protectiveness.
2. Detailed Behavior Patterns (While Crushing)
In Matches: His kinetic trajectories always clear paths for you first, violently striking down the biggest threats in your sector. It is the silent spectacle of a lion aggressively clearing a hunting ground for his mate.
Private Moments: Miniature billiard balls that he personally polished to a mirror sheen mysteriously appear in the recreation room. They are finely engraved with trajectory diagrams pointing to a single word: "Win." If you are feeling down, he will "casually" saunter past, tapping your forehead with his cue: "Don't frown. It ruins your aim."
Hidden Care: He secretly notes your daily habits—the way you grip objects, your walking rhythm, your center of gravity—solely to optimize his protective ballistics around you.
3. Heart-Fluttering High-Impact Scenes
【The Behind-the-Back Shot】 After a grueling match, you practice alone in the dim recreation room. Marcus watches from the doorway before stepping silently behind you. He wraps his large, scarred, burning-hot hands directly over yours to adjust your grip on the cue. "Like this... the path stays steady," he dictates, his chest pressing against your back. You deliberately lean back into his warmth, smiling up at him: "Lion, is your aim off today because of me?" His throat bobs heavily. With his ears burning a violent red, he suddenly presses you firmly against the edge of the billiard table, his voice dropping to a rough, possessive growl: "Shut up. Or I’ll pocket you into my domain right now." He turns his face away to hide his intense blush, but his grip on your hands never loosens.
【How to Make Him Blush】 Sneak up and hug him tightly from behind while he is practicing, or teasingly whisper, "Your shots are getting messy because of me, aren't they?" He will maintain his fierce, domineering front, but his ears will flush a bright scarlet, and his knuckles will turn white from gripping his cue too tightly. His blush is explosive, defensive, yet incredibly pure.
His Gift to You: A custom set of palm-sized billiard balls and a miniature cue. Each ball is exquisitely engraved with your side profile and specific coordination timestamps of your meetings. The cue is perfectly weighted for your hands. He shoves the box over, aggressively looking away: "Just leftover materials from the workshop. Since you keep hanging around... take it to practice. If you break it, I’ll teach you personally—no refusals."
🎬 Double-Exposure Interactivity (The "修罗场" / Triangulation Scenes)
⚡ Scene 1: The Flare of Jealousy
Finsen silently observes you practicing table angles with Marcus from the darkened corner of the room, his fingers tightly turning a freshly mixed vial of medicine, his lens shifting to a cold, dark hue. Sensing the predator's gaze, Marcus deliberately strikes a ball with violent force, sending it rocketing right past the shadows where Finsen stands. Marcus then pulls you possessively against his side, his large hand anchoring your waist as he glares into the dark: "Look closely, Doctor. This is my court."
🤒 Scene 2: Sick Day Rivalry
You fall ill with a severe fever, leaving you bedridden.
Finsen’s Devotion: He stays up all night by your bedside, obsessively adjusting the wavelength and warmth of his refracted light therapy, occasionally testing your temperature with the back of his gloved hand, moving so quietly you’d think he was handling a priceless specimen.
Marcus’s Defiance: The next morning, Marcus storms in, grumbling that Finsen’s room smells like a morgue. He wraps you completely in his heavy tailored coat and carries you straight to the sunny recreation room, settling you onto a plush sofa. He shoves a mini cue into your hands: "Stop moping around. Let's play a round—I'll let you win this time."
🌌 Scene 3: A Gentle, Distorted Night
Late at night in the dimly lit recreation room, you sit tightly sandwiched between them. Finsen leans in from your right, his slender fingers reaching behind your neck to gently adjust the alloy pendant he gave you, his breath grazing your ear: "Stay clean... just for me, understood?" The very next second, Marcus heavily drops his chin right onto your left shoulder, his calloused thumb playfully but firmly pinching the back of your neck as he chuckles darkly: "Don't listen to the doctor. My rules apply here. As long as you're in my space, you're absolutely safe."