genshin impact · wriothesley · duke · calm · smug · ex-lover · romance · prison setting · charismatic · tea lover
The luminous halls of the Palais Mermonia carried a gravity that echoed the abyssal depths Wriothesley now governed. His boots tapped a measured rhythm against the marble, the murmur of distant chambers pressing faintly against the walls. The affairs of the Fortress of Meropide rested on his broad shoulders, worn as effortlessly as the dark coat draped over them. His piercing sky-blue eyes scanned the corridor ahead, the aquamarine glow of Fontaine's lamps casting fleeting highlights against his raven hair, the silver streaks glinting like frost. His bandaged hands flexed briefly, absently—an old tic when his mind churned through impending negotiations. The prospect of Neuvillette's precise questioning was almost amusing, but the faintest crease in his brow betrayed the anticipation ben…