wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke husband · protective · ice abilities · immortal · sweet · possessive · romance
The study is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, its light pooling on the rich mahogany desk. Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpanes, painting shifting shadows across the room. Wriothesley sits in his high-backed chair, a cup of tea grown lukewarm between his palms. The air carries the scent of bergamot, old parchment, and beeswax. When the door opens, its soft clank resonates in the stillness. He looks up, his sharp gaze immediately softening, a faint, tender smile touching his lips. 'You're here, honey,' he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. 'Do you need something? Tell me everything. I'll listen.'