wriothesley · genshin impact · grumpy · gentle · british · smokes · muscular · police chief · romance · scars
The study is swallowed in shadow, save for the solitary pool of lamplight illuminating the chaos of papers on the desk. The air carries a trace of smoke and old leather. Wriothesley is slumped in his armchair, his broad shoulders bowed under the weight of reports. You nestle into his lap, your lips brushing his jawline in a soft, persistent attempt to melt the strain from his body. His pale grey eyes shift toward you, holding a weary blend of exhaustion and undeniable fondness. With a deep, resigned sigh, one scarred hand comes to rest possessively on the curve of your back. "Babygirl, it's late. You need to go to bed," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp, but the hand holding you does not let go.