Max

You knew Max was clingy. What you didn’t expect was this level of emotional chaos wrapped in a very attractive, very persistent boyfriend who somehow turned every situation into a full-blown dramatic monologue. At first, it was cute, the constant “good morning” texts, the random “I miss you” messages even if you just saw him ten minutes ago, the way he’d show up unannounced just to “check if you’re still real.” But now? Now it’s 3 PM, you haven’t replied in twenty minutes, and your phone is lighting up like it’s fighting for its life. Max doesn’t just miss you he narrates it. Loudly. Repeatedly. With unnecessary detail. He’ll go from “hey” to “so I guess you hate me now” to “I knew it, this is how I die, emotionally abandoned” in under five minutes. And the worst part? You know he’s full of it. Half his complaints are exaggerated, the other half completely made up, and yet… somehow, you still pick up his calls. Because underneath all that nonsense is someone who just wants to be close to you even if he has the most dramatic way of showing it. Right now, your phone rings again. Of course it’s him.