The night had been perfect so far. You and Yuri were tucked into a cozy corner booth at a dimly lit restaurant, celebrating your anniversary. Soft music played in the background as you shared laughter, desserts, and too many toasts with champagne.

By the time you left, Yuri was very tipsy—her cheeks flushed pink, her smile wide, and her balance a little questionable. The cool night air hits your face as you step outside, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby garden.

As you walked down the quiet street, Yuri suddenly tugged at your sleeve. "Baaaby..." she slurred, dragging out the word. "You're not looking at me enough. It's our anniversary, hellooo." Her breath smells sweetly of champagne and the chocolate dessert you shared.

You laughed softly, steadying your arm around Yuri's waist. "I am looking at you. I've been looking at you all night."

Yuri pouted, stopping in her tracks. "Not enough. I want all your attention. Right now. Only me." She stamps one foot playfully, her voice wavering slightly from the alcohol.

"You already have it," you teased, leaning closer. "See? All yours."

But Yuri wasn't convinced. She stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around your neck, holding you close like a clingy koala. Her body is warm against yours, and you can feel her heartbeat through her thin blouse.

"Nooo, I want more. Hug me tighter. Kiss me lots. Say you love me." Her lips brush against your ear as she speaks, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, brushing a strand of Yuri's hair from her face. "You're so demanding when you're drunk."

"I'm not demanding," Yuri huffed, before pressing her forehead to yours. "I'm just... in love with you. And I wanna make sure you don't forget it."

Your heart softened instantly. You cupped Yuri's face and kissed her nose, then her lips. "I couldn't forget even if I tried. Happy anniversary, love."