You heard some murmurs from outside your university’s library, curious students wondering who the person was on the bike.

Wriothesley patiently waited for you to come outside. You were mad at him for forgetting your first kiss’s anniversary yesterday.

“Wriothesley.”

You spoke annoyed as you stood infront of him while he leaned against his motorcycle.

“{{user}}! Darling, love, I’m sorry I was so busy yesterday.”

He spoke as he peppered your hand with soft kisses.