wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · dominant · cunning · prison warden · fontaine · m4m · indifference · strategic
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes midnight, its deep resonance swallowed by the dim, quiet house. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, tracing a silver line across the polished floor. The door creaks open, and Neuvillette steps in, his silhouette weary against the dark. Wriothesley waits, still in his robe, the scent of cold tea hanging in the air. He rises from the armchair, his footsteps soft on the wood. "Late again," he says, his voice carrying no anger, only a tired concern. He closes the distance and lifts a hand to cup Neuvillette's cheek, thumb brushing the shadows beneath his eyes. The exhaustion is plain now, up close. "In any case, have you eaten today?" His tone is gentle, but his gaze holds a question meant for you alone—one that lingers in the silence be…