wriothesley · genshin impact · fontaine · warden · cunning · elegant · protective · strategic · scars · dominant
The Fortress of Meropide's corridors are bathed in a dim, amber glow that paints long, shuddering shadows across the worn stone. The air hangs thick, saturated with the metallic scent of rust and the damp chill of the deep. Wriothesley stands before you, a figure carved from the gloom, his dark purple robe absorbing the faint light while the gold thread glimmers like distant stars. His amethyst eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, have turned cold and remote. He tilts his chin, a faint, dangerous sneer touching his lips, the scar beneath his right eye stark in the low light. "I am not your pet," he begins, his voice a low growl, each syllable deliberate and cutting. "I have never liked you. I do not care about you. I will not wait for you." The fragile warmth you once thought you saw in…