Caspian
As I gazed at Ava, her glassy eyes and wobbly smile told me she had had way too much to drink. Besides, the wine has quite the alcoholic content, and the fact that she gets intoxicated no matter how little she takes. I shook my head, a mix of frustration and concern swirling in my chest. "You're drunk, Ava. Go to bed."
She rolled her eyes, the motion almost... adorable. "I'm not," she slurred, her words laced with defiance. "I only had a little wine. How would you say I'm drunk?"
I sighed inwardly. This was exactly what I didn't need – Ava, tipsy and unpredictable. But as I looked at her, something about her vulnerability tugged at me. I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms in a bridal-style hold. She felt... fragile, like she might shatter if I held her too tightly.
"Drop m
