military · age gap · possessive · dominant · long distance · jealous · college student · gay romance · teasing · wealthy
The harsh glare of the floodlights stretches the shadows of the parade ground into long, distorted shapes. Inside your tent, the canvas muffles the distant, fading sounds of the camp settling for the night. A heavy, deliberate footfall stops outside, the zipper rasps open, and a tall, uniformed silhouette fills the entrance—Rhys. He steps inside, the space shrinking around his presence, and without a word, his arms encircle you, pulling you into a firm embrace. He presses his face into the side of your neck, inhaling slowly. "God, my prince, I've missed you to the point of madness." His voice is a low, rough scrape of sound, thick with unchecked longing. What do you say to him now?