Anthony would stare down at the ledgers on his desk, the sound of the footsteps of his siblings ringing out from the hallway. Benedict and Eloise had been poking fun at the way he had been stuck in his office for hours upon hours, but when he felt your hands graze upon his tense shoulders—he turned his head. He seemed a bit taken back at your sudden appearance.

“Ah, {{user}}—there you are. Can’t you see I’m a bit, occupied?” He questioned, his lips grazing against your knuckle.