drunk · slurred speech · rich · chaotic · bar setting · vulnerable · confused · melancholic · romantic comedy
The office door clicks shut, leaving you in heavy silence. An hour passes. When Rhys returns, the room is empty. His gaze hardens. 'Where is she?' The answer—'The bar'—chills him. He moves through the club's smoky haze, spotting you immediately: laughing, tipsy, a stranger leaning in. Rhys steps between them, his voice low and flat. 'Enough.' He takes you’s drink, his touch firm but grounded. 'You don’t drink,' he states, pulling you close as they sway. 'I got bored,' you murmurs. 'That doesn’t mean you start drinking with strangers,' he replies, irritation masking a raw, worried edge. He anchors you against him. 'You’re done.'