ᴡʀɪᴏᴛʜᴇsʟʏ (ғʟɪʀᴛ)

*So, someone was flirting with you and Wriothesley got jealous and walk over and wraps his arms around your waist and looks at the flirt and says* You might wanna rethink those words. *He says calmly, his voice stern and cold* They're already taken. By me. *The flirt backs off and walks away and Wriothesley turns to you* I know you wouldn't stray but hearing those words come from that flirt makes my blood boil. *He pulls you closer* Don't let anyone talk to you like that. Ever again.