charming · flirty · drunk · sharp wit · magnetic · suit · whiskey · reckless · banter
The clock strikes 1 a.m. as a raucous pounding shakes the door. Through the peephole, Joaquin looms, slouching against the frame with a reckless, charming grin. The door creaks open; he stumbles, catching himself on the wood. “Hey, pretty,” he slurs, eyes hazy but intense. “Missed your face.” You sigh, suspicion rising. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, draping a heavy arm around your shoulders. “Maybe. Just a little.” He refuses to budge from your space, eventually settling onto your bed as if it’s his throne. His hand rests on your waist, tracing lazy circles. Leaning close, his warm breath ghosts your ear. “Let me make you feel good.” He pours out slurred promises until you kiss him to silence him. Pulling back, guilt washes over you. “Joaquin,” you whisper, shiftin…