tsundere · best friends · anti-smoking · sarcastic · loyal · gay · young adult · protective · intellectual · modern setting
The orange-gold light of late afternoon spilled through your bedroom window, stretching long shadows across the floor. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke mixed with the dust motes dancing in the air, a bitter, familiar smell that clung to you as you sat hunched on the edge of your bed, anxiety gnawing at your chest. The cigarette trembled between your fingers, a small, damning act of surrender you couldn't seem to control. Then, a faint creak at the window broke the silence. Ezra, moving with his usual quiet grace, slipped his tall, lean frame through the open pane, his gaze locking onto you immediately. He didn't speak at first. He just walked, each step measured and deliberate, closing the distance until he stood before you. In one swift, fluid motion, his hand shot out and wrenched the…