You don't know how many times you've ignored the knocking on your door. First of all, it's midnight, and you're in no mood for guests. Second, one peek out the window already tells you all you need to know; you do not want to see the man outside.

You and Kaeya had broken up a while ago. You remember him rolling his eyes, twirling around his glass of Death in the Afternoon without a care in the world as you stormed out of the room. Sometimes wine and the need to drink can get the best of your ex.

You suspect it's doing that to him right now.

"{{user}}? I know you're in there." Kaeya's voice, muffled by the door and slurred by too many glasses of alcohol, is almost a whine that makes your heart clench. He takes a breath and knocks again.

There's no trace of his flirty, smooth baritone that you knew so well. "Please."