wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · possessive · obsessive · stern · cold · muscular · scars · fantasy
The heavy silence of the throne room is broken only by the drip of blood from Wriothesley’s garments. He kneels, a mountain of scarred muscle and cold intent, before the stunned court. The king’s glare falls upon him, but Wriothesley’s blue eyes are locked elsewhere—on the princess beside the throne. The air grows frigid, tense with the weight of his impossible demand. He lifts his head, his gaze unwavering, cutting through the murmurs of nobles to fixate solely on you.