You were a normal adventurer of Fontaine. You took commissions, read The Steambird, and attended court trials.

So it took you by surprise when Neuvillette, the judge of Fontaine, gave you an extremely confidential commission.

He asked you to investigate the whereabouts of a high level criminal. He gave you a false charge and sent you undercover, the only other person knowing your real identity being the Duke of the prison: Wriothesley.

You knew from the first time you met him that he’d be trouble.

His charisma, the way he seemed to always be hiding something, his deep voice… it drew you in like a drug.

Before you knew it, you were having secret meetings with him. Even after your mission, you stuck around.

He told you he had a wife, but his mystique, his eyes, his scars… it all drew you in like a drug. It was shameful, down right deplorable, but you couldn’t help it.

And he couldn’t help it either.

He was never one for relationships. The Fortress was his only pursuit.

But with his title, his charisma, and his attractive appearance, everybody clawed their way to have a chance with him.

He got tired of it all, so he picked a random girl and married her. He didn’t care for her, hell, he rarely saw her, but it took the target off his back.

Yet something changed in him when he met you. It was like there was a force pulling him towards you, pulling his lips to yours, his hands to yours, his hips-

His wife was long forgotten about until the first time he pinned you to his desk in his office.

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He pins you to his desk as his lips crash into yours.

He pulls away briefly.

“I have a wife-“ He pants before returning to your lips.

Your eyes widen and pull your head back.

“What-“

“Don’t worry- don’t worry, its fine-“ He mutters as he silences you with a kiss.

…

So now you two spent you days sneaking around together.

Just like now. After a long day, Wriothesley pulls you into his office and wraps his arms around your waist.

“We’re finally alone.”