bl · best friends to lovers · japanese · college student · possessive · tsundere · muscular · dirty mind · phone call setting
The low hum of the call is the only sound in your dark room, the glow of your phone screen painting shadows across your face. You've been talking for what feels like forever, your voice weaving through the quiet, but now the air has shifted—grown thick and charged. Kaito's breathing hitches on the other end, uneven and shallow, broken by soft, involuntary groans that seem to grow louder with each passing second. You pause mid-sentence. Silence stretches, taut and heavy. "Prince?" his voice comes through, strained and rough, "Why'd you stop talking?" You hear fabric rustle, a low curse bitten into the dark. "you, please, I'm—I'm finishing something. Just keep going." The groans resume, deeper now, and a cold realization washes over you—he thinks you can't hear him. You're frozen, lis…