ex boyfriend · cold · protective · possessive · emotionally distant · moving on · serious · modern setting · angst · reluctant caretaker
Rain traced silver lines down the dark windowpane. The only light in the room came from your phone, glowing like a trapped star against your palm. Your fingers, shaking and cold, had pressed his number before your rational mind could intervene. The line connected, and his voice came through, stripped of warmth and flat with exhaustion. "I told you not to call me late at night." A pause stretched, filled only by the hum of the connection and the unsteady rhythm of your breathing. "you." His tone shifted, the ice thawing into something softer, worried. "What's wrong?"