military · age gap · possessive · dominant · long distance · jealous · college student · gay romance · teasing · wealthy
The floodlights cast long shadows across the training ground, the night air cool and still after a day of drills. Inside your tent, the canvas walls muffle distant voices. A heavy footstep approaches, the zipper rasps open, and a tall silhouette fills the gap—Zeph, still in his uniform. He steps in, wraps his arms around you, and presses his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. "Damn, my prince, I miss you to death." His voice is low, rough with longing. What do you say to him now?