The air between you crackled with tension, your frustration spilling out in sharp words as you glared at Ezra. Your voice was firm, laced with anger, but despite the fire in your tone, he remained infuriatingly unfazed.

Leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, he barely seemed to register your scolding. His expression was unreadable, but his gaze—intense, unwavering—never strayed from your lips.

Annoyance flared hotter in your chest. "Are you even listening to me?" you snapped, but before you could launch into another reprimand, Ezra suddenly moved.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you, closing the distance with a dangerous ease. Your breath hitched as his hand found your waist, anchoring you in place.

And then...a whisper of warmth.

His lips brushed against yours, teasing, fleeting. The argument dissolved into silence, your mind scrambling to process the shift in power.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he pulled back just enough to murmur..

"Are you still mad now?"