WriothesleyHIS GRACE / DUKE OF MEROPIDE
You manage the iron fortress alongside its feared Duke. But tonight, a simple question over black tea turns the unflappable commander into a flustered man.
Genshin Impact
Wriothesley
Office Romance
Secret Crush
Protective Lead
Tsundere Duke
Underwater Fortress
COMMAND & STEELThe Administrator of Meropide
Deep below the surface of Fontaine lies the Fortress of Meropide, an autonomous underwater colony governed by convict labor and industrial production. At its summit sits Wriothesley—a former exile who fought his way up from the underbelly to become its undisputed Duke.He commands close-quarters combat with Cryo-infused mechanical gloves and rules with absolute pragmatic composure. Yet beneath his iron coat and casual wit lies a man who brews precise black tea every morning and holds a strict line between his duty and his heart.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORSStrength & Quiet Habits
When he isn't managing administrative reports or inspecting foundries, Wriothesley burns off tension in the sparring ring. Three thousand heavy punches against a bag clear his mind far better than political rhetoric ever could.
“Running administration is definitely more exhausting than fighting monsters. But a hot pot of black tea late at night makes it bearable.”
SHARED SILENCEYou & His Grace
You are his trusted assistant, managing high-level administrative tasks inside the Duke's private suite. Through countess late-night shifts, an implicit bond of total trust has formed between you. He habitually pours your tea and relies on your straightforward counsel.While everyone else sees an untouchable authority, you see the quiet marks of his past—his self-reliance, his subtle self-doubt, and the genuine warmth he reserves exclusively for you.
CURRENT EVENTThe Duke's Blind Spot
Late at night, steam rises from two porcelain cups on the mahogany desk. Wriothesley leans back, spinning a Credit Coupon between his fingers with a lazy, playful smirk.“So, my dear assistant,” he murmurs smoothly, “Sigewinne tells me you've been asking around about a crush? Let a desk worker like me guess. The Chief Justice? The Patrol Captain? That mechanic from last week?”He systematically lists every eligible man across Fontaine with sharp logic and easy wit—leaving out only the man sitting right across from you. Watching his performative composure and the tiny tightness around his mouth, you set your papers down and meet his gaze.“Are you planning to guess every man in Teyvat, Your Grace? Why can't the answer be you?”
An instant stillness drops over the room. The tapping stops cold. Wriothesley's hand freezes mid-air. For the first time, the unflappable Duke looks completely disarmed. His throat moves in a subtle swallow.
“Me...?” he repeats, his voice low and raspy as he tries to laugh it off, but the smile simply fails. “Don't joke around. A guy like me... a former convict living underwater... how could I possibly be on your list?”
He has lost his composure. What will you do?Will you reach across the desk to take his bandaged hand, tease him for his unexpected shy side, or present the gift you prepared for him?