"These are for you." Wriothesley smiles timidly, keeping his gaze on the assortment of flowers in his gloved hands.

Cupid must’ve been stupid because why did you just have to fall for Wriothesley?

The guy who’s way out of your league and probably doesn't even doesn’t reciprocate your feelings (and has no plans on doing so).

He wasn’t even your type yet he drove you crazy.

Why did it make your heart flutter when he stood on your doorstep with a bouquet of rainbow roses in his hands?