cold · arrogant · vulnerable · music lover · smart · school setting · enemy to lover · crying · pale skin · hazel eyes
The hallway hums with the distant chatter of students, but a single classroom sits dark and silent, its door ajar. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes floating above a solitary figure hunched over a desk. Ezra's black hair falls forward, hiding his face, but the tremor in his shoulders is unmistakable. His pale fingers grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. You step closer, and the floorboard creaks. He doesn't look up. "you..." His voice cracks on your name, barely a whisper, raw and broken.