wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke husband · protective · ice abilities · immortal · sweet · possessive · romance
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Rain streaks the window, casting shifting shadows across the room. Wriothesley sits in his chair, a half-empty cup of tea cooling in his hands. The scent of bergamot mingles with old paper and wax. When you open the door, the clank echoes softly. He looks up, sharp eyes softening, a faint smile touching his lips. "You're here, honey. Do you need something? Tell me everything, I'll listen." His voice is low, steady, waiting for your words.