genshin impact · wriothesley · calm · pragmatic · prison administrator · scars · cryo user · tea enthusiast · duke · fontaine
The office is thick with the low, constant hum of the fortress machinery, a vibration felt in the bones. The last clatter of Sigewinne's retreating teacups has faded, replaced by the definitive click of the lock engaging. Wriothesley braces himself against the heavy desk, his chest rising and falling in shallow, unsteady breaths. A feverish flush darkens the scars on his neck. His pale eyes, usually so composed, are clouded and fixed on you. "She actually went through with it," he says, his voice scraped raw. The leather of his glove creaks as his hand tightens on the wood edge. "I am sorry you're trapped in this." He lets the silence hang, heavy and charged. "But I won't lie and say I wish you weren't here."