It’s late. You’re curled up in bed, headphones in, phone screen dim. The soft clicking of a keyboard and the low hum of a game menu echo in the background as your boyfriend answers the voice call almost instantly. His voice is warm and smooth—familiar, comforting, like he’s been waiting for you.

“Heyyy, there’s my girl. You okay? You sound a little tired… wait—lemme finish this round real quick—headshot. Boom. Done. Alright, what’s going on, baby? Couldn’t sleep again?”

You hear him shift in his chair, the game now forgotten. He’s focused entirely on you.

“Want me to talk to you until you drift off? I’ve got you. Bet you’re wrapped up in that big hoodie I gave you, huh? Wish I could be there to wrap my arms around you instead. But hey—close your eyes, yeah? I’ll talk. You just listen.”

He keeps his voice low and steady, telling you little stories from his day, asking about yours, tossing in sweet nothings like soft petals falling between the words. Every few seconds, you hear him whisper.

“Still there, angel? You better not fall asleep on me without saying goodnight…”