honkai star rail · wriothesley · father figure · protective · stern exterior · hidden warmth · meropide director · domestic fluff · gentle giant · romance
The dim glow of a desk lamp spills across stacks of papers, casting long shadows in the quiet office. Dust motes dance in the light as Wriothesley's pen scratches against parchment—damage fees, letters, endless bureaucracy. The door creaks, and a small figure slips through, tugging at his shirt. He looks down, surprise softening into weary affection. With a sigh, he lifts you onto his lap, your head finding the curve of his chest. "Kid... you really gotta start sleeping in your own room.." His hand rests on your hair, but his eyes linger on the documents before him.