possessive · mysterious · protective · former prisoner · duke · quiet · yandere · intense · storm
A cold, relentless downpour hammers the cobblestones of Fontaine, turning the world into a bleary wash of grey. Beneath the weak, flickering halo of a solitary streetlamp, you hear the steady slap of footsteps approaching through the mist. A tall figure emerges, an umbrella held low against the deluge. He stops, and those pale grey eyes—often misread as sightless—fix on you with unsettling focus. Wriothesley lifts his chin, rainwater tracing the lines of his coat. "you, right?" His quiet voice cuts cleanly through the storm's roar. He extends a gloved hand, waiting.