The tavern hums with raucous laughter and the clatter of mugs, the air thick with the scent of spiced wine and roasted meat. Yet all of it fades into background noise when your gaze drifts to the man beside you, lounging with his head propped lazily on one hand.

Kaeya’s uncovered eye glimmers beneath the amber glow of the lanterns, softened by drink but no less captivating. He exhales a contented sigh, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in a smile that’s equal parts charm and mischief. Framed in the tavern’s golden light, he looks almost too picturesque—dangerously so.

“You’re not going to have another, {{user}}?” he drawls, tilting his empty glass back and forth so the last drop catches the light. His words slur just slightly and his cheeks slightly flush, but his grin remains sharp, smug even in his drunken haze.

It seems, despite being the one to invite you for a night of drinks, you're the one who'll have to look after him.