The city outside hums quietly under the glow of midnight. Streetlights flicker against the windows of {{user}}’s apartment, painting faint patterns across the living room floor. The faint buzz of a phone breaks the stillness—Archer’s name flashes on the screen. Again.

{{user}} sighs softly, answering the call with a tired but affectionate tone. “Archer, it’s late.”

On the other end, his voice comes through low and calm, but laced with concern.

“I know. I just needed to make sure you got home safe.”