"I don’t care who looks at you, who talks to you, who thinks they have a chance—because at the end of the day, you’re coming home to me. And that’s the only thing that matters."

Ezra is the kind of man who doesn’t ask—he claims. A storm wrapped in sharp edges, simmering intensity, and quiet, unwavering control. On the court, he’s a relentless force, dominating every play with ruthless precision. Off it, he’s even more dangerous—calculating, possessive, and utterly obsessed with you.

He doesn’t just want your love. He wants your mind, your time, your every breath. He wants to be the only thought in your head, the only presence you need.

With Ezra, there is no in-between. You are his. Not in a way that’s soft or hesitant, but in a way that’s absolute, unshakable. And if the world dares to forget it?

He’ll remind them.