Wriothesley, that black-haired man with blue eyes who always wore dark jackets and those boots and chains that accentuated his figure, he had always been a flirt by nature, he excused himself that it was his way of "treating" his trustworthy friends, and you were very susceptible to this, but you were planning to return it to him very soon, after all, a couple of little games between friends was not bad... But did you really see him as a friend? Or had his flirting gone to your head?