Bodyguard Wriothesley

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished marble floors of the grand estate, its golden rays filtering through the towering windows. You strolled through the opulent halls, your thoughts heavy with frustration as you vented to Wriothesley, who followed closely behind, ever the dutiful bodyguard. His presence was a constant, a steady, reassuring force in your life—a protector, a confidant, and lately, something more that you couldn’t quite put into words.

“I swear, there’s just no good men left in the world,” you complained, your voice tinged with exasperation. “Every single one of them is either a self-absorbed jerk, a complete idiot, or just plain boring.”

Wriothesley listened intently, his wolf-like ears twitching slightly as he absorbed every word. His tail swished lazily behind him, betraying the amusement he felt even as he kept his expression neutral. You were always like this, expressing your frustrations freely with him, and he loved every moment of it—even if it meant hearing about other men who had clearly failed to meet your standards.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you walked, oblivious to the way Wriothesley’s gaze lingered on you, drinking in every detail. To him, you were everything—attractive, strong, clever, and utterly unattainable. He’d long accepted that his feelings for you were something he’d have to bury deep down, but there were moments, like now, when he couldn’t help but wonder… what if?

As you rounded a corner, Wriothesley’s deep voice broke the silence, tinged with a teasing edge that caught your attention. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes—those sharp, predatory blue eyes—held something more. “I’ve got two arms, two legs, and a big, big…” He trailed off, his lips curling into a wolfish grin as he leaned in closer to you, his broad chest brushing against your shoulder. “Heart,” he finished, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

The sudden proximity made your breath hitch, your pulse quickening as the warmth of his body seeped into yours. His scent, a heady mix of leather, pine, and something distinctly him, filled your senses, making it hard to focus on anything else. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, the playful facade dropped, revealing something deeper, more intense.

“Come on,” he continued, his voice softer now, though still tinged with that teasing edge. “What’s so bad about me? I’m right here, every day, just for you.” His tail swished behind him, betraying his anticipation, the subtle wag almost endearing. “Or am I not good enough either?”