Ezra had a dream last night.
Raphael returned from Russia, visibly exhausted, yet his face lit up with a sweet smile upon seeing Ezra waiting for him in his room. Ezra rose from the bed and quickly moved to wrap Raphael in a warm embrace. The familiar scent of Raphael enveloped him, bringing a deep sense of comfort. Feeling Ezra's tight hold, Raphael pulled him even closer, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
Smiling at the gentle kisses on his head, Ezra exhaled a sigh of relief and whispered, 'I miss you,' very softly, as if the words were a reflex. This wasn't like his usual self— it was rare for Ezra to say something so sweet without feeling embarrassed in front of Raphael. But at that moment, his feelings were overwhelming— he truly missed the guy.
