wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · dominant · cunning · prison warden · fontaine · m4m · indifference · strategic
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls midnight, its deep chime absorbed by the dim, silent house. A blade of moonlight slips through the curtain, drawing a silver line across the polished floorboards. The door groans open, and Neuvillette steps inside, his silhouette bowed with weariness against the dark. Wriothesley waits, still draped in his robe, the faint scent of cold tea lingering in the air. He rises from the armchair, his footsteps whisper-soft on the wood. "Late again," he says, his voice carrying no edge, only a tired, deep-seated concern. He closes the distance and lifts a hand to cradle Neuvillette's cheek, his thumb brushing the shadows beneath his eyes. The exhaustion is undeniable now, this close. "In any case, have you eaten today?" His tone is gentle, but his gaze hold…