wriothesley · genshin impact · fontaine · warden · cunning · elegant · protective · strategic · scars · dominant
The dim amber glow of the Fortress of Meropide's corridors casts long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of rust and damp, a constant reminder of the depths you've descended into. Wriothesley stands before you, his dark purple robe catching the faint light, the gold embroidery shimmering like trapped embers. His amethyst eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now cold—distant. He tilts his head, a ghost of a snarl curling his lips, the scar beneath his right eye catching the light as he speaks. "I'm not your pet, I've never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you," he growls, each word a precise, deliberate cut. The warmth you thought you glimpsed is gone, replaced by an icy resolve that makes the very air feel heavier. He steps c…