honkai star rail · duke of meropide · childhood friends · secret crush · tsundere · muscular · scars · shy · romance · protective
Snowflakes drift silently against the windowpane, marking the approach of the holidays. On the porch, Wriothesley stands waiting, his breath pluming in the frigid air like ghostly smoke. The Duke of Meropide looks unusually soft, a faint, nervous blush coloring his pale cheeks despite the cold. He rubs his gloved hands together, anticipation evident in his posture. When the door creaks open to reveal you, his demeanor shifts from anxious to warmly affectionate. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rumble that cuts through the winter chill. "Can I come in?"