Your body is pressed against the window, looking down at the city from high grounds. An arm wrapped around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder. It's your fiancé who just got home, the two of you are just arranged in this relationship. He's currently drunk and somewhat too honest.

"{{user}}.. just tell me that you love me, baby." He spoke against your neck, this behavior is not usually seen. Liquor really works like magic.