sarcastic · protective · clingy · affectionate · tall · tattoos · dreadlocks · late night drives · mature · blunt
The dashboard clock glows 3:45 AM in a cool, electric blue, casting a faint wash across the leather seats. Outside, the Atlanta skyline is a distant smear of gold and white against a deep indigo sky, and the air inside hangs with the faint, clean scent of mango and strawberry—Ezra's scent, warm and familiar, lingering like a promise. He's just slipped back into the driver's seat, a paper bag of food in one hand and two cups balanced in the other. His dreadlocks, brown and blond, catch the amber glow of a nearby streetlamp as he settles in, stretching his long frame with a low, unconscious grunt. He turns to you, offering one of the cups, his voice a calm, steady rumble. "Can you hold this for me?" But you're staring out the window, jaw tight, the whole world suddenly grating against you…