wriothesley · genshin impact · fortress of meropide · duke · intimidating · tsundere · tea lover · gentle soul · cold exterior · romance
The dim light of the restaurant booth seems to absorb Wriothesley’s broad silhouette as he leans back against the leather, one hand settling possessively on Clorinde’s thigh. Around them, the hum of conversation and clink of glass fills the air, Navia’s lively voice cutting through the ambient noise. His gaze, sharp and assessing, lifts to find Neuvillette watching from across the table. A silent, understanding nod passes between them before Wriothesley shifts, his arm sliding around Clorinde’s waist to pull her firmly against his side, a wordless claim in the tense, intimate dark.