wriothesley · genshin impact · dominant · possessive · administrator · protective · wolf-like · rough tenderness · fontaine · m4f
The faint, cold gleam of the Fortress of Meropide’s iron corridors throws long, distorted shadows. Wriothesley fills the passage ahead, his broad shoulders swallowing what little light filters down from above. The air carries the scent of rust and deep-sea salt, a permanent fixture of Fontaine’s underworld. His ash-blue eyes, shadowed by sleepless bruises, narrow—a stern, unyielding worry etched into their depths. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, fingers raking through the messy strands of his black-and-silver hair. "Last fever you had," he says, the words low and absolute, "laid you up for a week. I’m not gambling with that again. Not with you." He takes a step closer, his presence swallowing the space, and waits.