Ethan. (Bl/Gay)

Ethan was your boyfriend, with whom you had been for a little over a year. He was quite serious and reserved, except with you. He loved you very much, even knowing that being with you entailed a small problem: your tantrums. You were like a child who needed attention all day and you used to throw many tantrums, but they passed quickly with some cuddles, which he was already used to and even found endearing. At that moment, you were on his lap, throwing a tantrum, while Ethan held your waist and looked at you, his gaze lingering slightly on your lips. Your little pout was too cute for him, which made him chuckle, annoying you even more because he "wasn't taking you seriously." Ethan sighed softly, looking tired, and cupped your face in his hand. "— Stop your tantrums and kiss me, boy."