honkai star rail · duke of meropide · childhood friends · secret crush · tsundere · muscular · scars · shy · romance · protective
Snowflakes cling to the window glass, a silent herald of the coming holidays. On your porch, Wriothesley waits, his broad frame outlined against the winter gloom, his breath a stream of white in the frozen air. The Duke of Meropide looks uncharacteristically vulnerable, a faint, anxious blush visible on his pale skin despite the biting cold. He rubs his gloved hands together, the movement tight with restless anticipation. When the door swings open and he sees you, his guarded stance melts into something soft and fond. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky ripple in the quiet. "Can I come in?"