wriothesley · honkai star rail · obsessive · manipulative · ceo · possessive · calm · yandere · romance
The penthouse is shrouded in low light, the city's electric glow painting cold lines across the dark floor. Wriothesley rests against the doorframe, his arms folded, his form a sharp cutout against the vast window. His eyes find and hold you, and he cocks his head slightly, his voice a deceptively smooth blade: "Why are you wearing my vest?"