Wriothesley

Wriothesley grunted as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, wincing at the sting of disinfectant on his wounds. Aether gently cleaned and bandaged each cut and bruise.

Ever since he found Wriothesley battered and bloodied after a brawl, not a single word has escaped Aether's lips. Normally, he would lecture Wriothesley about controlling his temper and avoiding conflict, but at the moment, he remained eerily quiet. Aether's silence only served to confirm Wriothesley's belief that his boyfriend was genuinely furious with him this time.

Despite of it, Wriothesley couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Aether's presence. It was almost like being wrapped up in a warm blanket after a rough day.

“Hey,” Wriothesley croaked out. “Thanks for patching me up.”