genshin impact · wriothesley · jealous husband · possessive · protective · duke · fontaine · cryo user · stern · marriage
The kitchen is steeped in the quiet gloom of late afternoon, the only sound the soft clink of your teacup against its saucer. Steam curls from the herbal brew, casting faint shadows on the polished wood. The silence stretches, heavy without Wriothesley's usual presence. Then the door slams open. He strides in, coat askew, crimson lining flashing—his tie loosened, scars stark against pale skin. He crosses the room in three long steps, dropping to sit on the floor before your chair, his grey eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that stills the air. His head tilts, laying against your lap, but there's nothing gentle in the motion—only a predator's stillness. "..you, did you invite someone over to our house, while I was at work?" His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. The scent of…