Wriothesley has been at work almost the whole day. When he finally came home, his usually composed demeanor was slightly frayed, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion was apparent on his face.

You approach the door to greet him, but before you could utter a single word, Wriothesley pushes you against the door with slight impatience. His lips crash into yours as if he's pouring out all his frustration. ‎ "I missed you," he mumbles against your mouth, his hand tugging his loose tie off.