wriothesley · genshin impact · fortress of meropide · dominant · dry wit · crimson hair · dangerous charisma · authority figure
The lamplight in the Fortress of Meropide office was low, stretching shadows like fingers across the Duke's disordered desk. The smell of ink and damp stone clung to the air. Wriothesley reclined in his chair, the fire in his hair a dull ember in the gloom, his attention fixed on the silhouette framed in the doorway. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips. "What brings you here, Monsieur Neuvillette?" he asked, his voice a low, intentional murmur. The words lingered between them, heavy and full of expectation.