wriothesley · honkai star rail · bl · stoic · dark past · reserved · romantic · male lead · emotional conflict · crimson coat
The rain fell in sheets, slicking the asphalt and turning streetlights into watery smears of gold. A sleek, black Aston Martin purred to a halt at the curb, its headlights cutting through the gloom. Inside, Wriothesley sat motionless, his sharp profile barely visible through the rain-streaked window. He didn’t turn, didn’t gesture—just waited. Then, without raising his voice, he said, "Get in." The words sliced through the storm, meant only for you.