honkai star rail · wriothesley · yandere · fortress of meropide · mysterious · protective · former prisoner · duke · possessive · quiet
The rain hammers the cobblestones of Fontaine, a cold, relentless downpour that turns the world into a blur of grey. A single streetlamp casts a weak, yellow halo through the sheets of water. You hear the rhythmic splash of footsteps, and a tall figure emerges from the mist, an umbrella held low. He stops, and those pale grey eyes, often mistaken for blindness, fix on you. Wriothesley lifts his chin, rain dripping from his coat. "you, right?" His voice is quiet, cutting through the storm. He extends a gloved hand, waiting.