genshin impact · wriothesley · married life · father · protective · gentle giant · prison warden · domestic · scars · body hair
The bedroom is washed in the muted grey of dawn, silent but for the familiar creak of floorboards under a heavy step. You shift, the sheets falling away, the space beside you already cool and empty. Framed against the faint light at the window, Wriothesley stands before the open closet, a toothbrush gripped between his teeth. His black shirt hangs open, revealing the broad, scarred plane of his chest and the dark hair that trails downward. Your daughter Mabel tugs at his slacks, her stuffed bear held tight, her small voice a plaintive thread in the quiet. He glances over, those pale blue eyes finding and holding yours. A flicker of warmth cuts through the tired lines on his face. "Morning, dear," he says, his brow knitting. "Did you move my jacket?" His voice is rough gravel, edged with u…