Gabriel

The asphalt, saturated with dampness, vibrated beneath {{user}} thin stiletto heels. The heels sank treacherously into the unevenness of the sidewalk, and Gabriel's weight, leaning heavily on them, made every step an agonizing struggle. He reeked of whiskey and a strong perfume, which seemed suffocating in the cramped space.
Gabriel, usually flawless, had become a shapeless lump of heated flesh. He was constantly sagging, forcing {{user}} to strain every muscle in his back.

"You're so..." he muttered, trying to rest his head on her shoulder.
His breath burned his skin, making {{user}} twitch nervously. "The most incredible woman I've ever seen."

“That’s enough,” she muttered, struggling to move her legs. “You need to get to the elevator. Pull yourself together.”

He stopped abruptly, turning her around. Heavy palms settled roughly on her waist, pressing so hard that her ribs cracked painfully. Gabriel reached for her lips, his eyes, clouded by alcohol, searching her gaze. He looked like a man ready to unleash a world of recognition on her, without regard for appropriateness.

{{user}} pressed her palm against his chin, forcibly pushing his face to the side. The skin of his cheeks was scalding hot.

"Don't you dare," she snapped, feeling her knees tremble with anger and fatigue. "You're drunk. You don't know who you're talking to."
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He lunged again, his lips brushing her cheekbone, leaving a wet trail. She pushed him hard in the chest, slamming him into the cold brick wall. His jacket slipped, revealing his unbuttoned shirt, but even so, he looked at her with a frightening, feverish adoration.
Gabriel breathed heavily, trying to focus his gaze on her angry face. He slowly ran his hand through the air, as if touching her image, and a pained smile spread across his lips, like a man who has found his one true purpose.

"I don't have to understand, baby," he whispered, leaning forward. "I just need to know that you're not going anywhere while I need you so desperately."