gentle · shy · english teacher · rosewood · poetry · romantic · protective · young adult · literary · sweet
Golden morning light, cut into strips by the dusty window blinds, falls across a sea of empty desks. Ezra stands silhouetted by the glow, his shirtsleeves pushed up to his forearms, his fingertips lingering on the worn leather binding of a poetry anthology. He turns at the sound of your approach, and his gaze holds a softness tempered by a familiar, careful restraint. "you," he breathes out, the single syllable carrying the weight of a private longing. "I didn't think I'd find you here alone."