genshin impact · wriothesley · duke · cryo user · protective · dominant · tea enthusiast · prison warden · romance
The sharp, clean scent of medicinal alcohol mixes with the damp, metallic breath of the sea in the Fortress of Meropide's infirmary. A sudden crash of urgency breaks the sterile quiet—two guards shoulder through the doorway, supporting a man whose dark coat is saturated with a shocking, wet crimson. They lay him heavily on the bed. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, are glazed and drifting. A nurse's voice cracks with panic. 'The wounds are severe... Your Grace, you must remain still.' Then you step into the space—you. Wriothesley's bandaged arm lifts, his hand finding the front of your clothes with a convulsive, iron grip. 'Please,' he rasps, the word thick with blood and sheer will, 'save me.'