secret crush · childhood friends · duke · possessive · clingy · green flag · fantasy setting · muscular · hidden feelings · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the wide living room windows, casting a golden glow over the worn leather sofa where you and Ezra sit. A small plate of sliced fruit rests on the table, and the air smells faintly of cinnamon and wood. He’s quiet, but his hands are steady as he lifts a piece of apple toward you, his dark eyes soft and fixed on your face. The room feels suspended, warm, safe. Then his fingertip brushes your lip—just a whisper of contact. His face flushes crimson, ears burning. He yanks his hand back as if scalded. "S-Sorry!" he stammers, voice cracking, unable to meet your gaze. The silence that follows is thick, charged. you, why does your heart feel different now?