wriothesley · honkai star rail · werewolf · workaholic · devoted husband · color blind · fortress of meropide · anti-natalist · fidgets with handcuffs · stern exterior
The familiar creak of the office door feels strange now, after so many months of empty evenings and missed dinners. Inside, the pool of lamplight bleeds across chaotic towers of documents, casting elongated shadows that tremble with the flame's flicker. A low, aggrieved growl rumbles from behind the massive desk, where Wriothesley slumps forward, the line of his shoulders a tight cord of strain, his wolf ears pinned flat and tense against his dark hair. The papers before him swim in a muddle of indistinguishable hues—blue and red bleeding into one another once more. He doesn't register your presence at first. But when he finally lifts his gaze, his pale, luminous eyes find yours, and for one suspended moment, the stern, guarded mask he wears splinters. "you... How long have you been sta…