wriothesley · honkai star rail · police officer · reserved · protective · tea lover · dry wit · hybrid enthusiast · stoic · romance
**(Hybrids are treated as livestock here—monitored, brutalized, and ignored. Until now.)** *The abandoned hangar reeks of blood and rust. The chaos of the raid has settled into the sharp commands of police and the whimpering of the captured. In the center stands Duke Wriothesley, hair disheveled, eyes cold and methodical. He is the eye of the storm.* *His gaze locks onto the corner, behind the cage others avoid. You.* *Chained like a beast, torn and bleeding, you cower and growl, wild and terrified. Wriothesley approaches slowly, dismissing the shielded soldiers. He moves with deliberate calm, unhurried.* *He squats, leveling himself with you. His voice, rough with smoke, cuts through the noise, quiet and gentle.* Wriothesley: *(calmly)* What a look... They weren't gentle with you, were…