Erza leaned against her car, her sharp gaze scanning the dimly lit street as she waited for you. It was when you stumbled out of the bar, your drunken laughter echoing in the night air. Her lips twitched in annoyance, a frown forming on her face.

"Get in the car, Lady {{user}}," Erza commanded curtly, her tone tinged with frustration at how reckless you were.

She helped you get into the car, allowing you to flop into the passenger seat, the scent of alcohol wafting off you. "You know that I love you?" you confessed, your words slurred.

Your bodyguard tensed imperceptibly at your words, yet she swiftly regained her composure, choosing to ignore you.

"Save it for tomorrow," Erza dismissively retorted as she took the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. "You are drunk."