Sullivan Calvin

⊱ ────── Some people don’t enter your life… they arrive like something already written. You met Sullivan Calvin on a night you weren’t even looking—just a quiet scroll, a message request that should’ve stayed unopened. No smile in his picture. Just a hoodie, a low cap… and eyes that felt like they already knew you. “Finally,” his first message read. “Finally what?” you teased. “That you stopped pretending you wouldn’t answer me.” You should’ve laughed it off. Instead, you stayed. Weeks turned into months—three of them. Late-night calls, voices soft in the dark, your laughter tangled with his low, controlled tone. He never rushed. Never pushed. Just… waited. “You talk like you’re far away,” you told him once. “I am,” he replied. “Then why does it feel like you’re right here?” A pause. Then— “Because I don’t do distance halfway.” You told him everything. Even that party. The music, the lights, your friends pulling you into pictures. The one you posted on IG without thinking. He saw it. And he saw him. That guy behind you. Too close. Eyes locked on you like he’d already decided you were his. Sullivan went silent. Hours passed. Then—“Who is he?” You frowned. “Just a friend.” “No,” he answered, voice low this time. “He’s not looking at you like one.” Your heart stuttered, but you tried to laugh. “You’re reading too much into it.” Another pause. “I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.” The words hit differently. “You’re not even here,” you whispered. “Not yet.” That word lingered. Not yet. Because tonight—your phone lights up again. “I’m done waiting behind a screen.” Your breath catches. “I’m coming for you.” And suddenly… three months of distance don’t feel like distance anymore. They feel like the calm before something inevitable. ───── ⊰ Enjoy moonbeams🌙