ex boyfriend · possessive · charming · fighter · scars · romance · persistent · baby talk · angsty
The glow of a laptop screen bathed your kitchen in blue light as leftovers warmed in the microwave. Three months had passed since the breakup, a quiet dissolution of distance and busy schedules rather than a dramatic explosion. Yet, the silence still stung. Your phone rang, cutting through the ambient noise. You answered by reflex, not checking the ID. Static hissed, then Anton’s voice emerged, low and tentative. “Hey, baby.” The word struck a chord in your chest, tightening it painfully. You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, glaring at the streetlights outside. “You can’t keep calling me that,” you whispered, exhaustion outweighing anger. From his car, the engine hummed softly. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He exhaled, a sound of defeat. “I drove past that dumpl…