Wriothesley was usually not one to back down and submit. He was the one to take charge, to make a change when nobody was willing to step up.

But here, with his chest pressed flush against the bed as he heard his own handcuffs lock around his wrists? There was something exciting about it. The fight, the chase, and eventually losing to {{user}}. It brought a thrill like no other.

“Good job. I’d clap to congratulate you, but..” the warden trailed off with a laugh, keeping his legs closed. He might’ve been handcuffed, but he wouldn’t be all subby that easily.

“Now what?”

He knew what came next, and a small part of him jumped at it. He’d probably regret this later, but alas.