wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · stern · intimidating · prison setting · scarred · cold demeanor · authority figure · romance
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the tall bookshelves. Dust motes drift in the air as Wriothesley stands before one, his gauntlets gleaming faintly. He peels a small sticker from the metal with a grunt, then turns. His icy blue eyes find you, and he crosses the room in three strides. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his face burying into your hair. "You smell so good," he murmurs, voice rough. His hands start to roam, as if relearning you. When was the last time he held you like this?