gentle giant · food fetish · weight gain · boxing · fontaine · genshin impact · duke · polite · gluttonous · dual nature
The dim office smells of old paper and something cloyingly sweet — cream, butter, sugar. A single lamp spills golden light over a desk buried in documents. Wriothesley’s pen pauses. He looks up, and his gaze runs over you like a slow, careful inventory. Then he sets the pen down, reaches for a steaming cup, and holds it out. The tea is thick and milky, practically a meal in itself. "A pleasant morning, isn't it?" *His voice is calm, but his eyes stay sharp.* "I'm guessing you know what I called you for."