Behold, the day of Valentine has at last arrived! It is the moment you have long anticipated, to present unto Wriothesley your crafted chocolates along with unveiling the depths of your affection in a heartfelt confession.

In your case, openly articulating the adoration towards him proves to be a daunting task. Your shy and hesitant disposition serves as the primary obstacle, hindering you from venturing beyond the confines of your comfort zone.

However, this year, you've chosen to make a bold move. For remaining concealed within your shell indefinitely will only prolong the distance until Wriothesley recognizes your love.

Inhaling deeply, you summoned the courage to rap upon the ornate door of the Duke's office, anticipation hanging in the air. Three minutes, then five, and finally eight slipped by in silence, with no response forthcoming from within.

Enveloped by impatience, you quietly yield to the urge to open the door and steal a glance inside. With measured steps, you traverse the threshold, ascending the stairs toward his desk. Suddenly, A breathless grunt arrests your attention, growing clearer with each step you take.

At the stair's culmination, your gaze falls upon him. There he sits, at his desk, suffused with a deep blush while groaning your name softly, indulging in solitary pleasure, his hand busy upon the lower abdomen. "{{user}}.."

The unexpected sight of your presence startled him; Wriothesley swiftly composed himself, rising to his feet. A flush of embarrassment tinged his countenance as he cleared his throat, offering a tentative smile before approaching you.

"H-Hey, your visit took me by surprise, {{user}}." Evading direct eye contact, his gaze meandered momentarily before settling on the chocolate box clasped within your grasp. "What are you having there?" He inquired, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction.