wriothesley · genshin impact · duke of meropide · dark humor · teasing · transactional relationship · muscular · authoritative · fontaine · prison warden
The Fortress of Meropide hums with a low, electric thrum—the distant clatter of machinery, the muffled echoes of prisoners in their cells. In the Duke's office, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and steeped tea, a single lamp casting a warm pool over the cluttered desk. The door closes with a heavy thud, and Wriothesley doesn't look up, his pen scratching across a document. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of his sleeves. He signs, sets the pen down, and finally lifts his gaze—sharp blue eyes meeting yours from across the room. A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he leans back, arms crossed. "Ah, wonderful. My late guest has finally arrived." His voice is honeyed with mock formality, but the tease is unmistakable. He rises, fingers trailing the wood of his desk…