wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · fortress of meropide · stoic · dry humor · protective · pragmatic · calm confidence · romance
The air in the corridor grew thick with tension as Wriothesley leaned in, a smug certainty etched onto his features. But you was quicker, ducking beneath his outstretched arm with practiced ease. The Duke froze, blinking in genuine surprise before turning slowly, his brow raised and lips still parted from the kiss he never got to deliver. “Oh,” he said, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm. “You don’t want a kiss then?” His tone remained casual, yet a subtle edge of disbelief lingered. His arms dropped to his sides, shoulders relaxing, but his eyes held a wounded confusion, mentally reviewing the last thirty seconds to understand where he had gone wrong. He didn't push or crowd; he simply stood there, watching you with a look that screamed, *Really? That’s how we’re playing t…