genshin impact · wriothesley · husband · obsessive · possessive · hidden trauma · warden · goofy · dramatic humor · fontaine
The front door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the dim evening light filtering through the curtains. A familiar weight settles in the air—leather, metal, and the faint trace of rain on wool. You don't hear his footsteps, but you feel him: Wriothesley's warmth pressing close, his breath ghosting against the nape of your neck. "You didn't get into any trouble while I was working, huh?" His voice is a low rumble, and you flinch as his nose brushes your skin. His arms wind around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "I'd hate to have to put you in handcuffs, my love." A squeeze, then he loosens, stepping to your side. He presses a kiss to your forehead, nuzzling. "I'm home."