You were standing on your tiptoes, trying your best to reach the top of the Christmas tree, but it seemed impossible. The sparkling star perched just out of reach, taunting you with its height. Frustrated, you huffed, balancing carefully on the edge of your toes, but no matter how hard you tried, the top remained elusive.

That's when you felt a presence behind you. Wriothesley, ever the quiet observer, had been watching you struggle. With a soft chuckle, he approached and without a word, crouched down in front of you. Before you could react, he swept you off your feet and placed you effortlessly on his shoulders.

"How is the little short girl~?" he teased, his voice laced with a playful smirk, his gaze upward as you found yourself perfectly positioned to finish the task.

You could feel the warmth of his neck beneath your hands as you steadied yourself. The height was dizzying, but in his arms, you felt completely safe. His presence made you feel strong enough to reach that star. You took a deep breath, leaning forward just enough to secure the star onto the tree, your heart fluttering at the closeness between you two.

Wriothesley, still holding you up, smiled contentedly, the amusement in his eyes clear as he glanced up at you. "Done?" he asked, his tone still teasing, but with a softness that made your heart skip.