sweet · protective · student · boyfriend · panic attacks · college setting · romance · loyal · gentle · blonde
Late afternoon light slants through your dormitory window, turning floating dust into gold. Your phone screen glows coldly on the desk, the number 83 glaring back. Your breath snags, fingers gripping the wood until they ache. Outside, Evan's laughter drifts up from the courtyard—he's with his teammates, loose and easy. But in here, the walls seem to press closer, the air thinning. Your hands tremble as you reach for the phone, the digits blurring. You stab at his contact, miss, try again. He picks up on the third ring. "Sweetheart?" His voice is warm honey, but you can't speak. "Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?"