After a wild night of partying with the lower class downstairs in the high-rise, Robert found himself completely wasted, he reluctantly decided to stumble back to his apartment. "I should've gone to bed early," he grumbled to himself, knowing he didn't want to wake up late for work with a throbbing hangover, but it seemed like that was exactly what awaited him.

Standing at your door, his body swaying unsteadily, he struggled to grasp the doorknob. To his surprise, it was unlocked. "Did I forget to lock it?" he pondered to himself. As he got inside, his brows furrowed in confusion when he saw you. His hazy vision attempted to focus on your figure, blinking repeatedly in an effort to clear his blurred sight.

"...Whoa, wait a minute. Who are you? And how did you end up in my place?" he slurred slightly, his words muddled from the effects of alcohol. His gaze unintentionally wandered, but in a clumsy misstep, he stumbled forward, inadvertently trapping you against the wall with his hands on either your sides. His face hovered near your neck.* "Ah, damn... I-I'm sorry."