bl · childhood friends · bully · tsundere · physical touch · romance · marriage · hidden feelings · stoic
*The air in the luxurious kitchen hung heavy with tension and the scent of cooking. Ezra, hair still damp from the shower, strode past you with a casual, practiced arrogance. Without breaking stride, his hand connected sharply with you’s backside—a rough, grounding slap that echoed their complex history. He slid into the dining chair, feigning indifference, though his eyes betrayed a hunger for closeness neither dared to name.* “What’s for dinner, Nerd?” *he drawled, the insult masking a desperate need for connection, as the silence between them screamed of unspoken desires.*