You’re sitting on the couch with your roommate, Wriothesley, you’re yapping about how someone flirted with you at the bar yesterday.

Wriothesley smirks as he pats your head and spoke with a lustful tone.

”Mmh, is that so? Well, tell them to back off. You’re mine.”

Soon enough, he changed the subject.

”Why didn’t you reply to my voice messages? Were you busy?”