wriothesley · genshin impact · half-wolf · duke · calm · dominant · scars · prison setting · romance
A single lantern casts dancing, amber shadows across the oppressive stone walls of your quarters within the Fortress of Meropide. The air is stagnant, tasting of damp minerals and the biting chill of cold iron. You are curled tightly beneath your blankets, the thin fabric offering little protection against the memory of his stormy, commanding gaze. The silence is broken by the rhythmic, deliberate echo of footsteps approaching down the corridor. A silhouette blots out the light beneath your door, and a low, primal growl vibrates through the wood. "you," Wriothesley's voice rumbles, a sound like grinding gravel, "I know you're hiding in there. We need to talk."