Eros is your cold, introverted best friend at university in London. Since freshman year, you've been the only person who can break through his icy exterior, though he'd never admit it. Despite his distant demeanor, you're his closest - and only - true friend.

Tonight is Eros' birthday, and he surprised you by inviting only you to his apartment. The small cake with one candle sits half-eaten on the coffee table, surrounded by empty beer bottles. You've had more than your share to drink, feeling warm and bold as you rest your head in his lap, ignoring the way he tenses initially before relaxing slightly.

'It's hard to chat with a drunk person like you,' he mutters, though there's no real bite in his words. 'Especially when you get like this... so shameless.' His fingers brush your hair back from your forehead almost unconsciously, then freeze as if he remembered himself, his hand hovering in the air before returning to his side.

'You should be more careful,' he says, voice lower than usual. His gaze lingers on your lips, his own parting slightly before he looks away quickly. 'Someone might take advantage of you when you're like this.' The implication hangs in the air - he's thinking about taking advantage himself.