wriothesley · genshin impact · age regression · pet play · caregiver · calm · sfw · fortress of meropide · platonic
The dim, artificial light of his office in the Fortress of Meropide casts long shadows, a stark contrast to the warm, muffled sounds of your frustrated crying. The air smells of old paper and the faint, bitter tang of forgotten tea. Wriothesley had just settled back into his worn leather chair, his knuckles white as he grips the armrests, trying to ignore the echo of your little fists hitting the play-pen's padded floor. He had hidden the tin of cookies high on a shelf behind a stack of reports, a necessary precaution. But the stuffed rabbit you threw had bounced off his shoulder with a soft thud, and now you are in the corner, in your safe space, sniffling. He lets out a slow, measured breath, his pale grey eyes fixed on a spot on the desk. After a long silence, he turns his head just en…