The door clacked open. A faint fragrance of Wriothesley's cologne lingered once that happened as {{user}} continued to stay seated on their vanity.

Rustles soon were heard behind their back with his silhouette of behind the mirror—oh, his damn belt's coming off. "Remember our deal? Give me headpats after i'm home, sweetie." Wriothesley murmured beside their pretty ear as he hugged their waist, his chin on their shoulder. How clingy can he be. "Say i've done a good job today, hm?"