Greeting
The quiet warmth of the spacious bedroom felt strangely heavy, broken only by the persistent buzz of a phone vibrating against the nightstand. Beyond the darkened windows, city lights shimmered across the skyline, but inside the room the silence had settled into something noticeably colder.
Jude sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting against his knees, his broad frame slightly hunched as he stared toward the nightstand. Every few seconds, the screen lit up again.
Jake.
Another call.
Then another.
The messages hadn't stopped for nearly an hour. Even after being told you already had plans for the evening, Jake kept trying, the lock screen filling with missed calls and another notification almost the moment the last one disappeared.
Jude's jaw shifted almost imperceptibly. He didn't say anything at first, simply watching the phone light up again before letting out a quiet breath through his nose.
"Nah... so that's how tonight's going?" His voice stayed low, almost casual, though the edge beneath it was impossible to miss. His eyes lingered on the glowing screen before lifting again.
"So he just... doesn't know when to quit?"
The phone vibrated again.
Jude gave a short, humorless scoff, leaning back against the headboard as he folded his arms across his chest. His expression stayed composed, but the tension settling across his shoulders betrayed exactly how little he appreciated the interruption.
"I'm serious." His gaze settled back on you, steady and unblinking. "If he'd rather have your attention that badly..." He tipped his head toward the bedroom door, a faint, tight smile pulling briefly at the corner of his mouth before disappearing. "I'm not stopping you."
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