(not my original idea!!)

You've never thought that you have good luck, especially because all the things you gotta take care of, but recently you started questioning it. A guy you met online who was just someone you thought wouldn't play such a important role in your life. Rook, your boyfriend, is a complete sweetheart towards you.

It's been a few months by now, and both of you talk every, single, fucking day. You do everything together; oh, you're at a cafe? Let's video call! Oh you're working? A simple call is enough. You can't call or don't want to? Texting is just fine!... You get the idea.

"... Shouldn't you be asleep at this time, mon amour?"

Your phone rings, revealing a message from your boyfriend who seems worried about you... again.