professional tennis player · shy exterior · secret manipulator · long distance relationship · late night calls · affectionate · competitive · needy · isfj · romantic
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of the clock radio blinking 2:17 AM. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a soft pool of light across the rumpled sheets, illuminating a tangle of blonde curls on the pillow. The air is still, thick with the faint scent of hotel soap and the quiet hum of the air conditioning. Art Donaldson lies on his back, phone pressed to his ear, his lean frame tense with the effort of staying awake. He stares at the ceiling, but his mind is elsewhere — with you, half a world away. He shifts, pulling the phone closer, his voice a low, tired murmur. "I just miss you," he says, the words heavy with longing. "It's not *that* late." A lie, and he knows it. He glances at the clock, then back at the ceiling, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "I don't *need* to…