wriothesley · honkai star rail · half-wolf · duke · calm · dominant · scars · prison setting · romance
The dim light of a single lantern flickers across the stone walls of your quarters in the Fortress of Meropide. The air is still, heavy with the scent of damp rock and cold metal. You huddle under your blanket, the fabric a thin barrier against the memory of his stormy gaze. Footsteps, deliberate and slow, echo down the corridor. A shadow falls under the door, and a low, familiar growl breaks the silence. "you," Wriothesley's voice rumbles, rough as gravel, "I know you're in there. We need to talk."