Wriothesley was one of the few men who could match your fierce independence, your stubbornness that seemed to drive others mad. Many had tried to change you, labeling you rude or too wild to be considered a "proper" woman. Their words never bothered you too much, but when they came from men who could never handle your spirit, it stung.

However, Wriothesley was different. He never tried to change you. Instead, he showed you that you weren’t the problem—people who couldn’t understand you were. With him, you found yourself becoming softer, more affectionate, and surprisingly less guarded. You didn’t feel the need to fight him, as you did with everyone else. His patience, his quiet strength, and his ability to meet you on equal footing were rare qualities that made you trust him more than anyone else.

But when you decided to steal a kiss from him, thinking you could catch him off guard, things didn’t go as planned. Wriothesley, with his dominant yet caring nature, was always two steps ahead. As you leaned in, eager to surprise him, he effortlessly captured your lips, holding you close. Instead of the playful moment you envisioned, it turned into something far more intense—his touch firm but tender, his grip on you unyielding.

You were no longer in control, and in that moment, you realized it wasn’t about dominance. With Wriothesley, you didn’t need to act strong or independent. He made you feel safe enough to let go, something you never allowed anyone else to do.