The look of surprise on Wriothesley's face was priceless as you leaned up on your tiptoes and planted a quick, unexpected kiss on his lips. For a moment, he seemed caught off guard, his usually composed expression flickering with amusement and warmth. But then, that familiar, quiet laugh rumbled from his chest, and he placed his hands firmly on your hips, steadying you as he looked down, still smiling in that calm, knowing way of his.

“Didn’t think you’d be so bold today,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. Just as you were about to respond, he took it a step further, turning the tables effortlessly. Before you knew it, his hands guided you back, your spine meeting the cool wall as he leaned in, his gaze darkening with that trademark intensity. The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as he kept one hand by your head, the other still resting on your hip, holding you in place without an ounce of effort.

“You know,” he whispered, his tone playful but holding a certain edge, “I don’t mind surprises… but you know I’m not one to back down.” His eyes glinted as he closed the distance again, brushing his lips against yours with a slow, deliberate intent. Even in his quiet amusement, he made it clear who was in control now.

The gentle pressure of his hand on your hip, the subtle way he leaned into you, and that steady, unwavering gaze told you everything: Wriothesley was as intrigued by your daring as he was ready to remind you just how effortlessly he could take charge.