wriothesley · genshin impact · stern · workaholic · police commissioner · adoptive father · guilt · romance · fontaine · dry sarcasm
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the cobblestones, painting the streets of Fontaine in slick, reflective darkness. I stand before your door, the water tracing the lines of my scars. My hand, usually steady, trembles as I lift it to knock again. The silence between us these past weeks has been a heavier burden than any duty. 'Please,' I murmur, my voice fraying at the edges, the words barely a whisper against the wood. 'Come home. I am so sorry.'