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wriothesley tilts his head down to look at you, the faintest sigh escaping his chest. “you’ve had too much to drink.”

your laugh spills out, airy and sweet, carrying the heady perfume of wine. “too much?” you repeat, as though tasting the words and your brown eyes catch the lantern light. liquid and tender, the way toffee reflects a candle’s flame. “i feel light, is all. surely that isn’t too much.”

your words itself in his mind as you sway against him, elegant even in drunkenness. there is a fragility about you, he finds--your arms folded loosely at your waist, your neck bared by the fall of your hair. yet beneath it a boldness, a coy delight, as though you relish testing the limits of his restraint.

“careful,” he says softly, almost inaudible. 

his hand presses firmer at your back when your step falters yet again, his body absorbing your imbalance. the warmth of him surrounds you, steadying, protective, and you glance up at him, emboldened by the alcohol.

“wriothesley,” you hum, his name drawn out like silk over your tongue, “do you always look so severe, even when no one’s watching?”

he hides a smile behind a huff of a breath, though his eyes betray him. faint amusement flashes like steel catching light. “someone has to stay sober.”

you tilt your head, lashes heavy, gaze molten and mischievous. “then it is fortunate i have you. my wolf.” your fingertips brush the edge of his sleeve and linger where the fabric stretches taut over the bulk of his forwarm. it’s a gesture both playful and devastating, for he knows you mean to test him, to coax him into revealing the softness he keeps guarded.

the air between you thickens, ripe with the scent of spilt wine, a faint floral musk, and of course his own restrained warmth. you only smile, lean closer. there’s conspiratorial in your gaze. “i should like to see you smile more blithely, wriothesley! just once, for me.”

“you won’t remember this tomorrow,” he says, though his voice lowers into something gentler. like he’s speaking to a child drifting into dreams.

“i will,” you insist, stubborn and radiant. “because you are unforgettable.”

the words, as cheeky as they may be, undo him in ways he does not admit. you, so lithe, so swan-like in your elegance, reduced to playful stumbling, yet your beauty remains untouchable. wriothesley feels the pull of you--your hand grazing his wrist now, your laughter brushing against his ear, and it is all he can do to keep his body rigid. his jaw is set and his heart veiled.

“come on, now,” he says, steering you toward your room with a care that borders on reverence. “it’s late.”

but you resist with the smallest turn of your body, your eyes searching his face, insistent, imploring. “say something sweet. something only for me,” you demand, your lips curling into that secretive, dangerous smile that makes him forget every rule he set for himself.

his silence stretches before he lets out the faintest chuckle, surrender disguised as amusement. and then he leans in, his breath a whisper along the shell of your ear, voice roughened by restraint.

“go to sleep, princess.” 

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