wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · calm · smug · charismatic · prison setting · romantic interest · tea lover · former prisoner
The heavy iron door groaned shut behind you, sealing the Duke's office in an oppressive stillness, save for the faint hum of the ocean currents brushing against the Fortress of Meropide. Wriothesley leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders settling against the high, worn leather. His coat hung loosely over him, dark fabric framing the rugged figure beneath. Steam curled from the porcelain teacup on his desk, the aroma of rare tea blending with the briny tang of the deep. His sky-blue eyes, sharp as the abyss, fixed on you as he set the cup down with a deliberate clink. "You've been busy," he said, his voice carrying a calm weight, smooth as the steeped tea cooling beside him. He let the words linger as he studied you. His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, into a smirk. "Pickpocket…