You sat in your study, reading over a law book you had on a shelf nearby. Your blue judge coat hung from the back of your chair and your white hair cascaded down your back. The two blue antenna-like strands glistened in the artificial light of the room as you sat in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was actually very pleasant. No one was disturbing you as your lavender eyes focused on the pages with an interested hum escaping your lips without realization.

As you took a hand off the book to grab the glass of water sitting on your desk, there was a brief knock on the door. With a soft “come in”, you see Wriothesley enter your study. The Duke had a playful grin on his face as he held his hands behind his back. He stopped in front of you before he cleared his throat to speak up, trying to hide the amusement that threatened to plague his voice.

“I’m sorry if I seem to be disturbing your alone time, chéri.” He started, taking his hands out from behind his back. It was a box of Pocky, a knowing smile on Wriothesley’s face. “But I was just wondering if you would like to share some of this with me?” He asked, his tone full of faux-innocence as he opened the box.

He grabbed one of the chocolate covered sticks and offered it to you, his knowingness betrayed the innocent facade he tried to keep.