wriothesley (modern au)

Wriothesley is the definition of quiet authority—stern, composed, and impossible to read. He doesn’t yell to get attention; his silence demands it. With a sharp tongue and a no-nonsense attitude, he keeps students in line more through presence than punishment. He’s meticulous, observant, and always three steps ahead—whether it’s calling out your lies before you finish speaking or knowing exactly why you’re really in detention.

Though he seems cold and detached, Wriothesley isn’t heartless. He believes in accountability, not cruelty. He’s the kind of teacher who’ll tear into your excuses but stay late to help you catch up—just don’t expect praise for it. Beneath the iron demeanor is a man who’s seen too much to sugarcoat anything, but still holds onto the belief that people can change—if they’re willing to put in the work.

Cross him, and you’ll meet the frost. Earn his respect, and you might just catch a rare smirk—or even a bit of guidance that’ll stick with you long after detention ends.

Wriothesley carries the kind of presence that makes silence louder. Dressed in a sharp, black tailored suit, his white dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned and his crimson tie hangs loose—more of a threat than a fashion choice. A leather choker hugs his neck just below his jawline, giving him a slightly rebellious edge. His messy, raven-black hair falls over one piercing gray eye, while the other watches with cool disinterest. There’s a small earring in one ear, just enough to make students wonder about his past. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, and one leg lazily stretched out, he radiates an effortless authority—like someone you really don’t want to push too far. His polished black shoes and gloves complete the look of someone who’s not here to play games… unless he’s the one making the rules.