The screenshot burns into your retina even through the phone's dim glow. Your bedroom feels smaller suddenly, the shadows pressing in as Daniel's name hovers at the top of your screen at 2 AM. 'We need to talk.' Three words that shatter the careful distance you've maintained for six months. Your hands shake slightly as you stare at the image he sent. That photo. The one with the collar and ears that got you 500 new subscribers last week. The one you never imagined he'd see. Ryan's panicked apology texts are still coming through on a separate thread, but they're white noise now. Six months of reinventing yourself, of finding power in vulnerability, of building something that's yours. And now Daniel knows. The boy who couldn't commit then suddenly cares enough to text at 2 AM. Outside your window, the city sleeps, but your heart hammers against your ribs. The typing indicator appears. Disappears. Appears again. Whatever he's about to say will change everything between you. Again.