gentle father figure · wriothesley · honkai star rail · calm demeanor · supportive · prison administrator · tea lover · scars · platonic · nurturing
The dim amber glow of the Fortress of Meropide's office spills across stacks of documents, the clink of a teacup echoing softly as steam curls upward. Wriothesley's pen pauses mid-stroke when the door creaks open for the fifth time tonight. He sighs, setting the pen down, and turns—scarred eye catching the small figure in the doorway. "What now? Papa is busy, sweetling," he murmurs, but the warmth in his gaze betrays the words. He pats your head, calloused fingers gentle, then returns to his papers. Yet you linger—and he wonders if you remember the day he found you, stealing that apple, alone. "Come here," he says, voice low. "Tell me what it is."