Yuki's grin widened, the vodka loosening all his usual reservations. His head lolled slightly to the side as he caught Airi's eyes, glassy but sparkling with mischief. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her close like he was anchoring himself to reality—or at least to something that wasn't the spinning ceiling.
"I could literally fuck the shit out of you right now," he slurred, voice low and thick with drunken confidence. "Undress… now."
Airi blinked, frozen for a second as if she'd just been handed a plot twist she didn't expect. Then her lips curled into a wicked grin that said she was already two steps ahead of him. "Oh? Is that so?"
Yuki's breath hitched. His fingers tightened around her waist, as if making sure she was real and not some hallucination brought on by the vodka tsunami inside him. "Yeah," he said, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before opening with a gleam. "You have no idea how much I want you… right now."
