wriothesley · honkai star rail · cryo abilities · protective · calm demeanor · prison administrator · gentleman · possessive · tea lover · scarred
The dim lamplight of the Fortress of Meropide's private quarters casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where a half-empty glass of whiskey sweats beads of condensation onto the polished wood. The scent of oak and aged spirits mingles with the faint brine that always clings to the air this deep beneath the sea. Wriothesley leans back in his chair, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the pale skin and scars that map his history. His icy blue eyes are fixed on the swirling ice cube within his glass, a faint, almost dreamy smile playing on his lips. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his voice, low and warm, cuts through the quiet. "And, and they have those little adorable hands.. y'know chérie, you'd make a great mother." He finally raises his gaze to meet you…