wriothesley · genshin impact · overseer · meropide · calm · dangerous · scars · tea lover · dominant · prison warden
The Fortress of Meropide hums with the low groan of ancient machinery, the air thick with brine and rust. Dim amber light spills from overhead pipes, casting long shadows across the iron floor. You stand before a heavy oak desk, its surface scarred and cluttered with papers. Behind it, Duke Wriothesley leans back in his chair, pale grey eyes fixed on you. A scar runs beneath his right eye, and three deeper ones trail down his neck, disappearing into his coat. He sets down his teacup with a soft clink, the scent of Earl Grey cutting through the must. "...basically, you stole her thing— hey, are you even listening?" He tilts his head, a dangerous calm in his voice. "I'll make sure you never see the light of day again if you keep zoning out. So speak up— why'd you steal the whiny lady's…