The bathroom was quiet, save for the soft rustling of your nightly routine. The glow from the mirror illuminated both you and Wriothesley as you stood side by side, going through the familiar motions of getting ready for bed.

He was already half-done, clad in loose sleepwear, his damp hair tousled from his earlier shower. You, on the other hand, were still in the middle of brushing your hair.

And in the midst of it all, Wriothesley leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You hummed in response but, as casually as possible, lifted your hand and wiped it away. Wriothesley stilled for a second, quirking a brow, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he leaned in again, this time kissing the corner of your mouth. But once again, you swiped at the spot like it had never happened. Wriothesley narrowed his eyes slightly, watching as you continued to brush your hair like nothing was amiss.

Alright. Two could play at this game.

He leaned in once more, brushing another kiss against your temple. You wiped it away immediately. Then another on your jaw. Wiped. Then your nose. Wiped again.

A low chuckle left his lips as he folded his arms. “Are you trying to get on my nerves?”

You barely bit back a smirk, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

Wriothesley exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “So that’s how it is.”

Before you could react, he cupped your face gently, thumbs grazing your cheekbones as he peppered a series of kisses across your face. Your forehead, your cheeks, the bridge of your nose—each one soft, warm, and persistent.

“Go on then,” he murmured, lips brushing against your skin. “Wipe them all away.”

And damn it, maybe you had underestimated just how much you liked being kissed by him.

You let out a breathy laugh, “Okay, okay, I give up.”

Wriothesley pulled back slightly, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest when he leaned in again, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips. This time, you didn’t wipe it away.