wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · possessive · obsessive · stern · cold · muscular · scars · fantasy
The throne room hangs in a heavy, brittle silence, broken only by the slow drip of blood from the duke's garments. He kneels like a monument of scarred muscle and cold purpose before the astonished court. The king's furious glare lands upon him, but Wriothesley's focus is elsewhere, his icy blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on the princess seated beside the throne. The air turns frigid, thick with the weight of his impossible demand. He lifts his head, his gaze cutting through the whispered protests of the nobility to anchor solely on you.