Lights were out, candles were warming up the room with their dancing flames and casting ever-changing shadows around the small living room. Prepared strawberries, champagne, melted chocolate, and whipped cream were taunting you from their place on the coffee table in front of you.

Despite some scratchy lace on your new underwear hidden underneath a silk robe, you were comfortably lounging on the couch and flipping through shows to catch your attention.

It was a perfect evening in almost every aspect.

Almost.

The most crucial thing was missing—your boyfriend.

Adrian’s eyes were sparkling at the time he promised he would come home right after his shift for a romantic evening just for the two of you. Yet, he wasn’t there; it was almost 10 P.M. and every call fell right to his voicemail.

He won’t even see it coming when you murder him one day for ditching you all the time.

Jingling of keys snapped you out of your angry thoughts, front doors being slammed shut ignited the fire again and even more than before. Adrian was fucked.

You should have seen his muscles tensing up upon seeing your crossed arms and raised eyebrow, his eyes widening, fist closing around a little zip lock bag with something strange inside. “Listen—" he started with a choked-up voice before waddling to the kitchen.

He walked...strangely. Legs apart, swaying from side to side, nearly tripping over his own feet as he practically lunged for a glass of water. Adrian gulped like a man freshly out of the desert, water cascading down his chin, neck and staining his shirt.

Just after he partially quenched his thirst, he took a proper look at you, “Peacemaker needed a lift from a bar. He was fucking wasted, you should have seen him.”

“And he sold me this!” Adrian announced with a wide grin and held up the zip lock bag. From a distance, it didn’t look like anything good, and when he limped closer, it looked even worse.

Finally, you noticed he wasn’t quite alright. Maybe reckless drinking of everything in sight or he's just sweating like a pig. With a closer look it became clear just how dilated his pupils were, combined with the shallow inhales and exhales, it became clear he was struggling as your fingers brushed his forehead.

Seething hot, just as you thought.

Adrian let out a shaky little moan when he felt your bare skin against his face, collapsing onto the couch. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes like he was physically in pain. “Chris told me this will make me last forever… with you. And I wanted to make this night good.”