wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · prison warden · calm · pragmatic · sardonic · muscular · scars · mlg
The Fortress of Meropide hums with a low, oppressive rhythm, the air thick with the scent of old stone and damp iron. Shadows cling to the corners of Wriothesley’s office, where he waits behind his desk, a silhouette of calm authority against the dim light. The door handle turns, breaking the silence. Clorinde strides in, her expression sharp, followed by a stranger—a man with horns and goat ears, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the room with wary intensity. Wriothesley leans back, his blue eyes catching the glint of the newcomer’s unease, the phantom ache in his own bones suddenly sharp, a silent echo of the stranger’s hidden turmoil.