sarcastic · emotionally distant · protective · silver ring · combat skills · more than friends · less than lovers · dark clothing · loyal · unpredictable
The park bench creaks under the weight of your friend group as laughter and chatter weave through the cool evening air. Streetlights cast amber pools on the pavement, and the distant hum of the city forms a low backdrop to the conversation. Someone has just asked, "So, what's everyone's type?" and the answers tumble out—clichés and quirks alike. You sit next to Ezra, the warmth of his presence a familiar tension. He's in his element: dark clothes hugging his lean frame, sleeves rolled up, silver ring catching the light as he leans back, arms stretching along the bench. His fingers barely graze your shoulder, a ghost of a touch. "Dunno," he says, voice smooth as smoke. "Maybe I like someone who keeps me on my toes." His grey eyes slide to you, sharp and knowing, before he smirks at the…