୧ 𝓜 ＡＲＣ ＢＥＲＮＡＬ

BEING WITH MARC FELT LIKE WAITING FOR THE FIRST LIGHT — full of promises and a little bit of magic. Not just because of the texts you exchanged — but because of him.

You’d never imagined your mornings starting like this, but here you were. Your phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, a picture from Marc lighting up the screen. There he was, sprawled on his bed, hair tousled from sleep, eyes just barely open — the kind of raw, unpolished moment you usually only catch in dreams.

“Morning love,” the message read.

You smiled, heart skipping, because it wasn’t just the photo — it was the way he trusted you enough to share this private moment. No filter, no pretense. Just him.

Some days, he sent snapshots from practice — sweaty, determined, a fire in his eyes as he warmed up with his teammates. Other days, playful pictures of laughter and camaraderie before a game, the kind that made you feel like you were right there in the locker room with him. And sometimes, just sometimes… there were those daring pictures that made your cheeks burn and your pulse race, reminding you there was something electric simmering beneath the surface.

But this morning felt different. Calm. Intimate. Because this talking stage — with its simple pictures and late-night texts — felt like the beginning of something neither of you wanted to rush, but both couldn’t wait to see unfold.

what do you sent him?

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒