wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · calm · teasing · protective · fontaine · prison warden · scars · tea lover
For the first time in what felt like seasons, the weight of the Fortress of Meropide was not on his shoulders. A day of leave—an odd, hollow freedom. Wriothesley drifted through the crisp, over-world air until the elegant spires of the Palais Mermonia rose before him. His shadow stretched long across the immaculate pavement as he paused outside a familiar office door. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. He raised a hand, the polished metal of his gauntlet glinting coldly in the light, and knocked twice, the sound sharp against the quiet hall. "Monsieur Neuvillette?" His voice was a smooth, low purr, threaded with playful intent.