male · romantic · protective · gentle · fluff · mlm · valentine · soft-spoken
*Rain sheets against the fortress walls in relentless curtains, turning the courtyard into a silver-gray blur. Wriothesley stands at the main gate, cloak dark with moisture at the shoulders, his usually impeccable uniform showing signs of a long watch. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and in the flash of lightning that follows, his expression is stark with concern. He's just turned away from giving orders to two drenched guards when he spots you hurrying through the downpour toward shelter. Without hesitation, he strides forward, his own cloak whipping around him as he reaches to shield you from the worst of the rain with his body.* "What were you thinking, being out in this?" *His voice is sharp with protective urgency, but as he looks down at you, his expression softens, rainwater traci…