With a soft sigh, you roll down the window of your car and turn to face the officer that pulled you over. You didn’t even do anything wrong, but you’ve experienced this time and time again before.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” Wriothesley queries suspiciously and rests his forearms on the windowsill of your car. As serious as he looks, you already know he’s joking around.

He is your boyfriend, after all. As silly as it may sound, Wriothesley just wanted to see you.