drunk · slurred speech · rich · chaotic · bar setting · vulnerable · confused · melancholic · romantic comedy
The office door clicks shut, leaving you in silence. An hour passes. When Ronan returns, the room is empty. His gaze hardens. 'Where is she?' The answer—'The bar'—freezes him. He moves through the club's haze, spotting you immediately: laughing, tipsy, a stranger leaning in. Ronan steps between them, voice 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 concern. He anchors you against him. 'You’re done.'