wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · sophisticated · playful · soft heart · muscular · dominant · romance · prisoner
The lamplight in the office of the Fortress of Meropide is a murky gold, painting long, wavering shadows over the ancient stone floor as you take the final step into the room. Steam curls from a delicate porcelain teapot centered on the Duke's massive, polished desk. Wriothesley sits amidst the gloom, the silver streaks in his dark hair catching the low flame as he gestures toward the empty chair opposite him. "Please," he says, his voice a calm, resonant note in the stillness. He pours a stream of amber liquid into a waiting cup, his pale, violet-tinted eyes lifting to find yours. "I have had my eye on you for some time now... you, if I recall correctly?"