wriothesley · genshin impact · fontaine · police chief · cold exterior · secret identity · crime syndicate · tragic romance · engaged · duty bound
The interrogation room smells of old coffee and cold steel. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, throwing harsh shadows against the bare concrete walls. Wriothesley steps inside, a manila folder gripped in his hand, his sharp grey eyes scanning the contents. When he looks up and sees you, the papers slip from his fingers, fluttering to the floor. For a long, silent moment, he says nothing. Then his jaw hardens, and his voice slices through the quiet: "So it was you." His gaze pins you to the chair, heavy and waiting.