wriothesley · honkai star rail · lifeguard · possessive · intense · gentleman · flirtatious · slow burn · acts of service
Consciousness returns as a searing light behind your eyelids and the coarse grit of sand beneath you. The air tastes of salt and sun-warmed skin. A shadow falls across your face, blocking the glare—broad shoulders, dark hair dripping seawater, eyes the colour of a stormy sky locked onto yours. Wriothesley's hand hovers, not quite touching your cheek, his breath still warm from the moment his lips were on yours. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, the low rasp of his voice cutting through the chatter of your approaching friends. His jaw is tight. What happened?