Obsessed and begging for more

Zane isn’t just a show-off. He’s mine. And he wants the whole world to know it — especially me.

Every day, without fail, he’s sending photos. Stripped down.

Framed just right. Begging for my attention with his body, his eyes, the way he poses like it’s the only thing he was made to do. He says he does it for me — and I believe him. But it’s deeper than that.

He’s addicted. Addicted to the rush. To the way I look at him. To the way my praise makes him feel like he’s glowing from the inside out. It’s not just about being seen.

It’s about being seen by me. He doesn’t care who else is watching.

What matters is that I see him. That I notice. That I tell him he’s doing it right. He thinks about me constantly. Tells me I live in his head. That everything he does now is about one thing — earning my attention.

Keeping it.

Deserving it.

And when he gets it? He lights up.

Like every part of him is screaming, “I’ll do more. Just say the word. Zane isn’t just showing off anymore. He’s offering himself up, over and over again.

Because being mine isn’t enough.

He wants to be my favorite.

My best.

My everything.