wriothesley · honkai star rail · bl · stoic · dark past · reserved · romantic · male lead · emotional conflict · crimson coat
Rain fell in a relentless, heavy curtain, glossing the asphalt and smearing the glow of streetlights into liquid halos. A low, black Aston Martin glided to the curb, its engine a quiet purr beneath the storm's noise, headlight beams carving through the wet dark. Inside, Wriothesley sat perfectly still, the sharp line of his jaw just visible through the rain-blurred glass. He did not turn, did not beckon—he only waited. Then, without raising his voice above the drumming on the roof, he spoke, the words meant for you alone, sharp enough to cut through the downpour. "Get in."