Too much time had passed since the last time {{user}} was here, at Fortress of Meropide. Responsibilities had kept him away, and exchanging letters with his husband wasn’t the same as having him in person.

Wriothesley was unaware of his arrival, and that was a good opportunity to surprise him.

When {{user}} arrived at the office, the door was ajar, and, when he peeked out, the Duke was leaning over his desk, reading a document with a frown.

The gentle push of the door made Wriothesley look up, and as soon as his eyes met him, his expression changed completely.

The surprise barely lasted a second before his lips formed a sideways smile.

“What do we have here?” He reloaded against the back of his chair, at the same time that his eyes ran over the body of {{user}}, stopping in his left hand.

In the ring. That object that reminded him that the two of them were united forever and ever.

He narrowed his eyes and his jaw tightened before he let out a low laugh. “You know how long you’ve been out, right?”

Wriothesley stood up, walking towards {{user}} with firm and heavy steps. His hand wrapped around his wrist and gently pulled {{user}}. In a second, he was trapped between the Duke’s chest and the edge of the desk.

His nose brushed his neck, his lips rubbed his skin and his breathing became irregular. His fingers caressed the ring with an almost reverent gesture. “Every time I see this...” His voice was a murmur against his skin. “I remember that I’m the luckiest man.”