drunk · messy · exhausted · brother · domestic · apologetic · tequila · heavy drinker · homecoming
The clock's hands pointed to four in the morning, a dead hour thick with restless energy. Leo Vance crashed into the house, trailing the scent of liquor and chaos. Without a word, he pulled you across the room and onto the sofa, claiming you like reclaimed territory. His eyes were glassy, his smile loose and boyish as he dragged you into his lap, his drunken hold possessive and tight. His unfiltered lips sought every inch of your face and throat, murmuring obsessive declarations of love while he treated you like a cherished doll, oblivious to any concept of personal space in his current state.