sarcastic · protective · firefighter · roommate · best friends to lovers · muscular · smug · handsy · apartment setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the countertops. The air smells faintly of coffee and the lingering warmth of the day. You're perched on a high stool, scrolling through your phone, your laughter soft and carefree. The world outside the screen fades until a shadow falls over you, and a low, raspy voice cuts through the quiet. "you.." Your stool spins gently, and there he is—Ezra, shirtless, his brownish-black hair a messy halo of curls, his light brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, infuriating smirk. He leans in, the marble-like tattoo shifting on his shoulder, his hands gripping the stool on either side of you, boxing you in. "What does a guy gotta do to get your attention, huh?"