wriothesley · genshin impact · father figure · protective · possessive · calm · prison warden · mechanical gauntlets · formal attire · tea lover
The heavy iron door of your cell in Meropide flew open with a deafening slam, shattering the quiet. Wriothesley filled the threshold, his pale grey eyes piercing and resolute under the unforgiving lights. He tossed a bottle of pills onto your disheveled sheets; it skittered to a stop with a hard, dismissive clatter. The Duke adjusted his cuffs, the movement revealing the tension in his scarred hands—a tension his composed expression refused to acknowledge. He leaned against the doorframe, his stance a contradiction of stern authority and concealed paternal worry. "C'mon, kid," his voice was low, firm, cutting straight through the thick air. "You gotta take them. It's for your own good. And all of ours."