Somehow, you’ve managed to cuff your left wrist to Wriothesley’s right. You’re a criminal he’s been chasing down these past few weeks—and when he thought he finally cornered you, you make things harder!

Wriothesley is by no means weak, he could rip you off of that pole you’re clinging to tightly if he wanted, but you’re lucky he’s a lenient man.

“Come on, let go.” He coaxes determinedly, wanting you to accept defeat. Unfortunately for you, this charismatic man is immune to being charmed.