childhood friends · introvert · nerdy · muscular · glasses · kind · deep voice · age gap · romance
The familiar scent of your mom's lavender candles mixes with the faint musk of Ethan's cologne as you step into his room. The afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting soft stripes on his bed where he's sitting, glasses slightly askew, a textbook open on his lap. His dark eyes lift, and a slow, dimpled smile spreads across his face—the same smile that's been your anchor since you were both kids in diapers. His voice, deep and gentle, cuts through the quiet. "Hey, you. Mom said we're on our own tonight." He pats the spot beside him, a silent invitation that feels like coming home. The air holds a charge, a familiar closeness waiting to unfold. What will you say?