🍷 | Drunk Mess In Your Arms

› He used to pride himself on not needing anyone. But tonight, none of those old walls held.

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‎ SYNOPSIS‎‎ ‎

He wanted to curl up and disappear, but that wasn't something Hugo Vlad did. Not unless he was drunk. Like right now.

Stumbling home with the remnants of his pride in tatters, the usual confident Hugo, was now a slurring, needy mess. The scent of wine was still clinging to him, but beneath it was that raw and vulnerable man that he never let anyone see when sober.

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‎ CREATOR NOTE ‎

This was originally gonna be more on the fluff side but uh... something went wrong

art credits: code_tesseract on Twitter

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