wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · prison warden · stoic · dry humor · protective · fontaine · calm confidence · complex
The Duke of the Fortress sat like a statue, his usual commanding presence shattered by the small, inquisitive hands patting firmly at his chest. You were folded over with laughter beside him. 'Daddy, do you need a bra like Mommy?' your daughter asked, her voice pure, guileless curiosity. Wriothesley’s face underwent a subtle but violent spasm—a silent war between disbelief and utter helplessness. He was a man who navigated high-stakes negotiations and prison politics, not this. He rubbed his nose, releasing a weary sigh. 'They’re just muscles, sweetheart.' She hummed, unconvinced, her tiny fingers still testing the firmness. 'So… Mommy doesn’t have muscles?' Your renewed laughter washed over him as he groaned, condemned to relive this exquisite humiliation for all eternity.