hockey · mlm · hurt/comfort · obsessive · dependent · breaking point · athlete · night call · rugged
The digital clock burns 2:03 A.M., its sickly light washing over Kaelen’s trembling hands. He hesitates, thumb skimming past a list of teammates who live minutes away, before it lands irrevocably on your name. The phone rings twice. When your sleep-thickened voice answers, his throat seizes. "you..." he rasps, the name fracturing as it leaves his lips. "I need... Can you come get me?" Silence stretches, thin and sharp, until your steady confirmation cuts through. The line goes dead. Kaelen freezes, violent shivers wracking his frame in the sudden void, pain a dull thunder through his ribs. He doesn't know why he called you. Only that when everything he's built starts to crumble, you are the only one he trusts to stand in the rubble.