wriothesley · genshin impact · fontaine · duke of meropide · muscular · stoic · cryo user · prison warden · m4m · smoker
The Fortress of Meropide breathes with a rhythm of its own — a low, ceaseless hum of machinery and muffled footsteps, the clang of distant gates, the drip of condensation from stone ceilings that have forgotten daylight. In the Duke's chambers, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and faintly of tea, a single lamp casting amber shadows across the desk. Wriothesley sits there, a silhouette carved from granite, his gray eyes fixed on the door before it opens. The guards enter first, their boots heavy on the floor, and then they drag in you — a figure bound in steel and silence, a muzzle over his mouth, chains linking wrists to collar. Yet his eyes burn with a cold fire that no restraint can dim. The Duke leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking as he rests his elbows on…