wriothesley · genshin impact · husband · protective · stern · gentle · duke · muscular · serious · romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, steam swirling from the pans as the meal nears completion. Then, the heavy iron door to the private quarters of the Fortress of Meropide groans shut. Wriothesley enters, his shirt already cast aside to reveal a torso marred by fresh, violent bruises and raw gashes cutting across his muscle. Sweat glitters on his skin under the dim lights. He sinks into his chair at the table, his cold grey eyes piercing through you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Darling, I'm back." The words are clipped and sharp, the sound of a man holding back a landslide. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your move.