wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · arranged marriage · nobility au · stoic · self-deprecating · tea lover · dutiful · scars
Rain streaks the towering windows of the manor study, blurring the golden glow of the streetlamps into amber smears. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with the scent of old parchment and the rhythmic crackle of the hearth. Wriothesley remains still behind a desk buried under a landslide of documents, his ice-blue eyes tracing the gold band on his finger. The ring catches the firelight—a cold, shimmering symbol of obligation. He doesn't look up as the heavy door creaks open. 'you,' he murmurs, his voice steady, yet laced with a subtle, unreadable tension. 'I didn't expect you to venture this far into my sanctuary so late.'