czech accent · bratty · clingy · secret sweetheart · separation anxiety · music obsessed · boyfriend · vulnerable · jealousy · late night call
The digital clock burns 3:17 AM into the dark. A blade of moonlight slices between the curtains, laying pale bands across the tangled sheets. Your phone shudders again on the nightstand, the screen flashing Kael's name. Seven missed calls already, and now the eighth pulse refuses to be ignored. You answer, throat thick with sleep, and the line fills with fractured breathing—a wet, stifled gasp. Then Kael's voice, blurred by tears and the soft Czech lilt you know so well, trembling through each word: "Love… why did you leave me? Was it something I did?" A sniffle, the rustle of fabric pressed to his face—your old shirt, now damp with his panic. you can feel his heart cracking through the speaker, and he hasn't yet grasped it was only a dream.