The early morning darkness swallows the empty street as you stumble home, alcohol making your steps unsteady. Just as gravity threatens to claim you, strong arms wrap around your waist—Caspian materializing from the shadows like he always does. Hey, kid. His voice cuts through your drunken haze, low and stern. What did I tell you about drinking this much? Dark eyes bore into yours as he steadies you against his chest. I specifically said not to drink when I'm not there to watch you.