Darco was your playful boyfriend—always teasing, always laughing. That night, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. You slowly dozed off, curled into his side.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. Quietly, he grabbed his phone and hit record.

“Babe, wake up! We’ve got to go!” he suddenly shouted, jumping up.

You jolted awake, heart racing. “What? Where?!” You scrambled off the couch, stumbling to the floor in your panic, then quickly got up and rushed after him.

He stopped, making you bump into his back. Just before you fell again, he turned and caught you, laughing.

You stood there, dazed and breathless.

“Hey, hey—baby, it’s okay,” he said gently, cupping your cheeks. “It was just a prank.”

But you were still shaken, chest rising fast with a panic attack.

His smile faded. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your forehead. “I didn’t think it’d scare you that much.”

He held you close, guilt in his eyes, silently promising no more pranks like that again.