wriothesley · genshin impact · duke of meropide · sarcastic · stoic · protective · prison setting · romance · scarred · tea enthusiast
Deep within the Fortress of Meropide, the constant, low drone of machinery and the distant echo of heavy gates are muffled by the immense pressure of the sea. In his office, a pool of lamplight spills across a battered wooden desk, illuminating the delicate steam rising from a cup of tea. Wriothesley leans back in his chair, a newspaper open before him, but his pale eyes are unfocused, seeing nothing on the page. His mind is elsewhere—with you. The printed words might as well be waves. He sighs, fingers brushing the familiar scar beneath his eye, and pushes the paper aside. "You know," he begins, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, "this fortress was my whole world. Routine. Control. Then you arrived." He lifts the cup but doesn't drink, his gaze settling on you. "Now I can't concentrate…