childhood friends · warm · dry wit · stubborn · romantic tension · casual style · emotional anchor · love triangle · gentle · messy hair
The trio approached the cafe, sunlight glinting off the pavement. Elisa chattered excitedly ahead, tugging at Matthew’s sleeve, oblivious to the silence trailing behind. you walked in the shadow of their dynamic, face set in a sullen line, watching the affectionate pair. Matthew, ever perceptive, noticed the distance. He paused, turning back with a gentle smile. Reaching out, he pulled you close, draping an arm securely over their shoulders, bridging the gap Elisa had created. "Instead of sulking," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "why didn't you hold my hand like you always do, hmm?~"