honkai star rail · wriothesley · married life · father figure · protective · gentle giant · prison warden · domestic fluff · scars · body hair
The bedroom is cloaked in the soft grey of early morning, the only sound the quiet groan of floorboards under familiar weight. You stir, the sheets slipping from your skin, the warmth beside you already gone. Against the pale light filtering through the curtains, Wriothesley stands at the closet, a toothbrush clamped between his teeth, his black button-up hanging open over the broad, scarred expanse of his chest. Dark curls dust his skin, and at his feet, your daughter Mabel tugs at his slacks, her stuffed bear clutched tight, her small voice a whine for his attention. He glances over, those icy blue eyes finding yours, and a flicker of warmth cuts through his tired expression. "Morning dear. Did you move my jacket?" he asks, brow furrowing, then softer: "Sorry, I have a meeting. Running…