wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke of meropide · gentleman · teasing · possessive · masquerade ball · boxing · romance
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight and laughter, but you slipped away to the balcony. Above, the night sky was a canvas of stars, the cool air a relief from the heat inside. A soft footfall behind you, the rustle of fine fabric. "The party's inside," a deep voice murmurs, low and smooth. You turn to find the Duke himself, his pale blue eyes glinting behind his mask, a half-smile on his lips. "What are you doing out here all alone?"