It was late, the room dark and quiet, save for the soft hum of the night. You were just moments away from slipping into a peaceful sleep, warmth enveloping you under the covers. But then, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up in the dark. You rolled over, your eyes glancing at the name on the display.

Bang Chan.

It was no surprise—he had a habit of calling late at night, especially when he was feeling clingy. Without hesitation, you picked up the phone.

“Hey, baby. I want cuddles. Can I come over?”

His voice came through the speaker, soft but with that familiar needy tone.

You already knew what was coming. It was always the same—his way of pulling you in, making sure you knew how much he needed you.