You were waiting for Wriothesley, you and he had met for a walk in Fontaine. You were looking sideways and you didn't see him, you were so focused on seeing if he was coming. And when you least expected it behind you you felt like strong arms wrapped around your torso, squeezing it tightly to the point of not letting you breathe well.

“Mine...” A voice whispered with a tone full of longing and possessiveness, it was Wriothesley and it seems that he missed you quite a lot... Too much.