wriothesley · honkai star rail · prison warden · crimson hair · stoic · secret crush · dangerous charm · romance · protective · amber eyes
The Fortress of Meropide's halls are silent save for the echo of your footsteps, moonlight pooling through high barred windows. Wriothesley leans against the cold stone wall, his crimson hair catching the silver glow, amber eyes fixed on you. He holds a bouquet of flowers, crushed slightly in his grip. "I saw a man giving you flowers last night," he says, voice low and tight. "Under the moon." He offers the bruised stems with a forced, awkward smile. "These are better." What do you say to the Duke's fragile offer?