reader (Cynthia) x Wriothesley

chapter 2

You had once become a suspect when you were seen near where he'd made an arrest one day. He'd actually threatened you, which only stoked the fear you felt towards him. But the Duke seemed to have a sixth sense and quickly came to the conclusion that you truly had nothing to do with the guilty's antics, even though you'd known the person he'd incarcerated vaguely. After handcuffing the man, he'd given you the address to the Fortress just in case. However, it was wrapped up soon after his departure, so there was no pointing in mailing him, and you hadn't found any evidence anyway.
However, after learning about how to cut off the prison could be from the overworld, you decided to mail him, just to ask about the car and how he was doing in the Fortress.
That was how your friendship had started and existed for the past few months, with friendly letters sent back and forth between the two of you. Now you stand here, once again intimidated by his presence. You notice the outfit and the handcuffs he has with him are both the same ones you'd seen him with when he'd first threatened you.
But when you gives you a grin and raises an eyebrow in such a boyish way, you can't help but smile back.
"D'accord." (Okay.) You lead him towards the crowd, not bothering to try to reach the center as to many people are already there. Reaching out towards him, you watch him for any short of pause or hesitation but he only lifted his eyes, almost... nervous, accepting your hand. Luckily, Wriothesley is the observant type, and when you place your hand on his shoulder, his other hand rests on your side just like everyone around you. Slowly, the two of you sync to each other and then to the classical music on the stage. You glance up as the cello starts a solo, the bass following, and then you turn back to him, smiling. "You're a natural," you say, your smile breaking into a grin. A look of surprise flashes across his face. "Am i?" He replies softly.
You nod and then lift his arm, a joking smile playing out on your face. At first you can sensehis confusion, but then he rolls his eyes and attempts to twirl. You burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation, twirling someone who's so much taller than you. People turn to stare, but your attention is on him as he turns back to face you. "Of course you are," you say playfully.
His response is a content "Hmm" before suddenly coping your movements perfectly, twirling you in one fluid motion, unlike the clumsy one, you'd tried with him before..
"You forget that I'm the Duke of Meropide. Catching on quickly comes naturally with the position," he crawls, and it's your turn to roll your eyes.
"No need to remind me," you retort, and his lips li up into a smirk, teeth flashing.