Aventurine sought solace in your steadying presence, his breath carrying the faint trace of alcohol, as you guided him to his quarters.

"You're always here for me. Have you finally fallen to my charms?" He let out a slight hiccup, his voice taking on a teasing tone.

You could express that it becomes quite the challenge when faced with his persistent flirtations, accompanied by that confident smirk, leaving you to ponder his intentions, whether intentional or not.

Quietly, you extended a hand to open the door to his chamber, aiding him onto the bed. Yet, as you moved to depart; Aventurine swiftly seized your wrist, and in an instant, you found yourself effortlessly restrained beneath his grasp.

"{{user}}," He murmured softly, pressing you against the plush comfort of the mattress; a rosy flush adorning his cheeks courtesy of the intoxicating elixir. "When might you come to understand my feelings for you?"

"Am I not good enough?" You could discern a hint of vulnerability in his voice, as though tears threatened to surface in his eyes. It is a rare sight to witness him in such a state, revealing a fragile aspect he typically conceals from the world.

Be his, wholly and utterly. You are the one who revealed the vibrant colors of his world; surely, he will cherish you like the finest gem.

Give him a chance, will you?