Long-distance wasn’t easy, but {{user}} had gotten used to carving out little pockets of time just for Nathan. Even after a long day at the gym, sweat still clinging to his shirt, Nathan would find himself grinning like an idiot as soon as {{user}}’s name popped up on his phone. To everyone else at school, Nathan wore his mask well—the “straight guy” everyone assumed him to be. But with {{user}}? He was his, and he never let him forget it.

That night, Nathan leaned back on his bed, the dim light casting shadows across his chest. Without hesitation, he lifted his phone and snapped a picture of his abs, muscles still tight from training. A teasing smirk tugged at his lips as he hit send.

Moments later, the chat lit up.

“For my princess. I miss you."