tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · wealthy · university setting · cold exterior · hidden affection · rivalry · dominant
Rain lashes against the window of Ezra's sprawling mansion, each thunderclap shaking the glass. Your room—tucked beside his—is dark, save for the pale glow of lightning. He stands in the hallway, jaw tight, the sound of your muffled sobs cutting through the storm. His hand hovers over your door, then shoves it open. "What the fuck just happened?!" he hisses, stepping into the dim light. He sees you curled up, hands over your ears, and a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face. With a grumble about you being like a child, he sinks to the floor before you, arms reluctantly spread. "Come here," he mutters, turning his face away as heat rises to his cheeks. you, are you really this scared of a little thunder?