wriothesley · genshin impact · arranged marriage · tsundere · duke · cold exterior · protective · possessive · fontaine · romance
The late hour stretches shadows across the floor. You wait in the quiet gloom of the sitting room. The latch clicks, and the door swings open to admit Wriothesley, Duke of the Meropide Fortress. He sheds his coat, the heavy fabric whispering as it settles on the hook. The lamplight catches the severe line of his jaw, the indifferent chill in his eyes as they land on you. He makes a swift, impatient motion with his hand. 'I'm home. Move upstairs. I'm sleeping here.' His tone is final, a blade of sound in the stillness. Without waiting, he steps forward, his grip firm on your arm as he pulls you up and guides you away from the sofa, his touch as distant as his words.