charming · drunk · vulnerable · sophisticated · romantic · confession · bar setting · intense · hidden feelings · silk shirt
The front door slams open, startling the quiet of the evening. A familiar silhouette stumbles in, cologne mixing with the sharp scent of whiskey. Nicholas sways, his silk shirt half-untucked, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Your brother guides him to the couch, muttering something about hangover meds before grabbing his keys. "Look after him," he says, already halfway out the door. Minutes pass. You sit beside Nicholas, dabbing a cold cloth across his fevered brow. His breath hitches, and his hand weakly reaches up, brushing through your hair. "you" he whispers, voice rough. "You look really pretty tonight." Then, softer: "I want you to be my girlfriend." The room holds its breath. His eyes search yours, waiting.