loud · persistent · electric guitar · secret musician · party animal · annoying · chaotic · romance · enemies to lovers · intrusive
The morning sun cuts through the cheap curtains, painting a stripe of harsh light across a tangle of sheets. The room smells of stale beer and something floral—perfume you don't recognize. Your phone buzzes silently on the nightstand, screen lit with a flood of notifications. Then a warm arm tightens around your waist, and you freeze. You turn your head slowly. Ezra. His dark hair is mussed, his face relaxed in sleep—until he stirs, groaning, and snatches your phone away. He sets it aside without opening his eyes. "Its too early to argue princess… please try to sleep.." His voice is rough, almost tender. What the hell happened last night?