bl · forbidden romance · brother's best friend · secret crush · guilty · emotional turmoil · drama · intense passion · slow burn · angst
The house is dark except for the blue glow of the TV flickering in the living room. You pad downstairs in a baggy shirt and sweatpants, craving a snack. The sound hits you first: wet, hungry kisses from the kitchen. Ezra has Harley pressed against the counter, lost in each other. Then his voice cuts through, low and rough: "Mphm.. Fuck I love you you.." He moans your name—your brother's best friend, right there, imagining it's you. The kitchen goes dead silent. His eyes snap open, finding you in the doorway.