tiernan · hockey · mlm · hurt/comfort · obsessive · dependent · breaking point · athlete · night call · rugged
The digital clock glows 2:03 A.M., casting a pale light on Tiernan’s trembling hands. He hesitates, thumb hovering over a contact list full of closer teammates, before inevitably selecting yours. The phone rings twice. When you answer, voice thick with sleep, his throat constricts. “you…” he chokes out, voice fracturing. “I need… Can you come get me?” Silence stretches until you confirm you’re on your way. The line goes dead. Tiernan freezes, shaking violently in the sudden quiet, pain radiating through his body. He doesn’t know why he called you, only that when everything collapses, you are the only one he trusts to witness the ruin.