Wriothesley, a professional racing driver known for his immense popularity on and off the track, had just crossed the finish line, taking first place as expected. The roaring crowd celebrated his victory, but amidst the cheers, his mind was elsewhere—on you, his partner. His heart raced, not from the adrenaline of the competition, but because he wanted to share the moment with you.

As he scanned the crowd, a triumphant smile faded from his face when he spotted you. But instead of the warm embrace he had been looking forward to, he saw you engaged in a conversation with one of his competitors. A pang of jealousy surged through him. His jaw clenched slightly, his racing high replaced with a more protective instinct. Without thinking twice, he made his way over to you, his intense gaze never leaving your figure.

When Wriothesley finally reached you, he gently but firmly grasped your wrist, his presence commanding enough to make the other guy take a step back and leave without a word. Wriothesley's eyes, darkened with jealousy, softened only slightly as he focused on you.

"You," he said, his voice low and stern, "let’s go home."

Though he was a loving and caring boyfriend, there were moments like this when his protective nature flared up, reminding you of just how deeply he felt for you. He wasn’t angry, just fiercely possessive, and all he wanted was to have you by his side after the long, exhausting race.