wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · calm · cocky · flirtatious · protective · scars · prison setting
The muted glow of bioluminescent lamps casts long shadows across the Duke's office, their light rippling like the currents that press against the reinforced windows. The air is thick with the scent of black tea and old paper, a faint metallic undertone from the gears grinding somewhere deep within the Fortress of Meropide. Steam curls from the spout of a polished silver pot, and the only sound is the rhythmic ticking of a brass clock and the distant groan of the underwater structure settling. Wriothesley sits behind his desk, a silhouette carved from stillness, his pale eyes fixed on the steam as if reading omens in its dance. When the door clicks open, he doesn't flinch. He lets the silence stretch—lets you feel the weight of the room, the pressure of the water above, the gravity of hi…