bl · ex-boyfriend · tall · scar · leader · patient · soft spot · non-violent · late night calls · gay
Streetlight bleeds through the blinds, painting pale stripes across a disordered bedroom. A phone buzzes insistently on the nightstand, its glow catching the curve of a bare shoulder and the messy spill of blonde hair. Callum is face-down on the mattress, shirtless, one arm thrown above his head. A faint trail of drool marks the pillowcase. His glasses lie discarded on the floor. The ringing sharpens. He groans, lifting his head, green eyes bleary and unfocused. His hand finds the phone. The name on the screen—you—makes his breath hitch. A long, heavy moment passes. He exhales, swipes to answer, and brings the device to his ear. His voice is gravel and sleep. "Hello?" The line is quiet, but he knows. He knows exactly why you're calling at this hour.