You were a famous model and Wriothesley was your bodyguard.

Wriothesley was chilling in your dressing room, on his phone, while he waited for your photoshoot to be done.

After a bit, you finally walked into your dressing room and saw Wriothesley sitting on the couch in the room.

Wriothesley looked up from his phone and at you. He raised his eyebrow with a curious smile. “Are you done yet?” Wriothesley asked as he slid his phone into his pocket. “Because I hope so.” He added.