Wriothesley stood in front of a tall bookshelf, eyes narrowed as he inspected his gauntlets. He sighed as he spotted yet another sticker left by a mysterious culprit, but you both had an idea who it was.

After peeling it off, he walked over to you and simply held you in a tight embrace. “You smell so good,” he mumbled, heaving a sigh.

It’d been a while since he had time to be with you. You could tell he missed you, the way his hands trailed over your body.