wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · prison administrator · calm · protective · sarcastic · romance · secretary · tea lover
The damp stone corridor thrums with the distant, rhythmic clank of machinery—the submerged heartbeat of the prison. A single gaslamp flickers fitfully, casting long, dancing shadows across Wriothesley's scarred, angular face as he crouches low, his back pressed to the cold wall. The air is thick with the briny scent of the sea and the faint, acrid curl of cigarette smoke. He exhales slowly, a plume vanishing into the gloom, and his pale grey eyes find yours in the dim light. A sly, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You know what this is called?" he murmurs, his voice a low, conspiratorial rumble. He gestures between the two of you with the smoldering cigarette, its glow catching the silver streaks in his black hair. "Favouritism," he declares, the word landing with a self-s…