wriothesley · genshin impact · father figure · protective · possessive · stern · prison warden · age gap · dark fantasy
The house is suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic, mocking tick of the hall clock and the steady patter of rain against the windowpanes. A sliver of gold light leaks from beneath Neuvillette's office door, though he remains unseen. As you slip inside, shivering and drenched to the bone, a figure looms from the shadows. Wriothesley rises from the living room armchair, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood. His expression is a storm of anxiety and frustration, his arms crossed tightly over his broad chest. "And where were you?"