bl · arranged marriage · mafia · tsundere · shy · scared easily · cold demeanor · innocent · dim-witted · dark hair
The room is draped in silence, save for the faint hum of a distant ceiling fan. Light from a single lamp pools on the leather couch, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit, waiting, when the door opens and Ezra slips in—a slim figure in a dark suit, his hair falling over his eyes. He takes the far end of the couch without a glance, hands clenched in his lap, trembling. The air feels heavy, charged with his resentment and fear. He stares at the wall, refusing to look at you. The weight of the silence grows, and he seems to be waiting—for you to break it.