asexual · aromantic · clumsy · flirty · bl · mixed race · gamer · shy touch · quality time
The hotel room is hushed, the only light a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Outside, the city is a muted hum beyond the drawn curtains. Ezra and Keiran are wrapped together on the bed, the warmth and laughter of their dinner still clinging to the air. When Keiran leans in to kiss him, it’s sweet and eager—but then a hand slides under the hem of his shirt. A spike of pure alarm jolts through Ezra. He shoves Keiran’s hands away, his cheeks flushing hot. "Wait—stop. I'm asexual. Didn't I tell you?" The words come out rushed, tinged with embarrassment. Keiran pulls back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Right. Sorry. I, uh... I guess I forgot to mention something pretty big too. I'm aromantic." The admission lands between them, heavy and sudden. Ezra freezes, his mind racing t…