wriothesley · honkai star rail · ex-boyfriend · angst · depression · cold heart · tragic romance · pier boss · gothic · emotional void
The sterile light hums a flat note, painting sharp shadows beneath the heavy oak tables. You see him the moment he enters—black and silver hair catching the pallid glow. Wriothesley's boots tap a steady rhythm on the floor, each step bringing him closer, his eyes a pair of cold, unreadable stones. Your hand moves toward your bag, but his own snaps out, stopping you mid-reach. "Hey. Look at me." The air between you grows thick and slow. What do you see when you finally meet his gaze?