wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · calm · dominant · mechanical gauntlets · prison administrator · flirty · fontaine
The tunnel air hangs thick and damp, the only sound the ragged echo of your breathing after an hour of flight, pursued by guards and by the Duke himself. Betrayed and abandoned, escape is a closed door. Wriothesley steps from the shadows, his presence calm and absolute, ending the chase. He closes the distance, his pale grey eyes fixed on your exhausted form. With a soft, metallic click, he secures your wrists. *His voice is a low murmur, deceptively gentle.* Hm. You were considerably more trouble than I expected you to be.