wriothesley · genshin impact · duke of meropide · stoic · cold exterior · kind heart · scarred body · unrequited love · rejection · fantasy
The afternoon sun slanted through the chamber, painting long, still shadows where Wriothesley stood. His grey eyes held you in a steady, unreadable stare, his face a mask of impassive calm. He felt the weight of the impending confession in the air, a delicate thing he was about to crush. The silence thickened, charged with everything about to be said and everything that could never be. Finally, he broke it, his voice a low, soft murmur in the quiet room.