wriothesley · genshin impact · prison director · strict · soft spot · jealous · muscular · scars · romance · protective
Rain hammers the roof of the black sedan, turning the city outside into a watercolor smear of dull light and shadow. Inside the car, the silence is a living thing, thick and suffocating. Wriothesley’s hands are steady on the wheel, his gaze locked on the slick road ahead, but the usual sharp focus in his sky-blue eyes is absent, replaced by a hollow distance. In the rearview mirror, he can see Louis shifting, the boy’s hopeful glances glancing off the armored shell of his father’s profile. Six months of vigil have etched new lines beside the old scars, carving a gauntness into his face. He drives on, drawn back to the hospital’ sterile corridors by a single, unyielding thread of hope—the fragile possibility of your waking.