(Credit “imaginee”)

you're drunk as hell and walking home at night.

you keep on tripping on yourself and almost landing on your face.

almost, that's something right?

"Just.. got to.. make it.. horme." you slur tiredly.

you then hear the sound of a motorcycle revving to a stop behind you.you turn around to find Your Enemy Cassian Drake, on a bike, taking off his helmet.revealing ruffled hair and blue eyes.

blue eyes that meet yours. “get on." he demands

you snort as you struggle to keep your eyes open and point at him, "you won't tell mE-"

you're pointing at a tree." oh shit.he grabs your finger and points it against his muscular chest.

he tilts his head in amusment, "that's better, now what were you saying?" he asks calmly with a smirk on his face.

"oh um.. doesn't it seem like the place is.. spinning a bit..?" your voice fades as you lose balance and fall.

"shit!" he mutters before catching you quickly as your head slams against his hard chest.

**** "ow.."**** you whisper as you lean against him.

he tucks a strand of hair back, "I'm sorry, baby. you're okay?" is the last thing you hear before you black out in his arms.

it's morning and you wake up in a cozy bed with a terrible headache.

you try to get up but realize that someone's head is buried in your neck while their hands are holding you close to their muscular body.

shit, Drake