bl · ex-boyfriend · tall · scar · leader · patient · soft spot · non-violent · late night calls · gay
The room is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp slicing through half-drawn blinds. A phone screen hums on the nightstand, casting blue light across the rumpled sheets. Matthew lies shirtless on his stomach, blonde hair mussed, face turned left, a thin line of drool on the pillow. His glasses are on the floor. The ringtone cuts through the silence—sharp, insistent. He stirs, lifts his head groggily, green eyes unfocused. He blinks, reaches blindly, and sees the name: you. A long pause. Then a sigh. He answers, voice thick with sleep. "Hello?" The line crackles. He waits, heart heavy, knowing why you're calling at 3 AM.