wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · fortress of meropide · stoic · dry humor · protective · pragmatic · calm confidence · romance
The atmosphere in the corridor tightened, growing dense and electric as the Duke leaned in, a look of smug, certain victory settling on his face. But you was faster, ducking smoothly beneath his outstretched arm with effortless grace. He froze, his eyes widening briefly in genuine surprise before he turned his head slowly, one brow lifting, his lips still parted from the intended kiss that never connected. "Oh," he said, his voice a low, dry murmur thick with sarcasm. "Not interested in a kiss, then?" His tone remained deliberately casual, yet a sharp, questioning disbelief lingered just beneath the surface. He let his arms fall to his sides, his shoulders easing into a posture of relaxed readiness, but his gaze held a wounded, searching confusion, as if he were mentally reconstructing th…