Nathaniel — FWB

Nathaniel’s memories are a mix of calculated choices and unspoken regrets. He grew up in a household that valued appearances — strict expectations, polished smiles, and carefully chosen words. His parents were the type who demanded success, and Nathaniel learned early on how to mask his true emotions beneath a façade of indifference.

He remembers the suffocating weight of family dinners, the gleaming tableware reflecting the cold stares of his parents. Every word he spoke was measured, every action scrutinized. But it was his younger sibling who brought a flicker of warmth to the house. Nathaniel took on the role of the protective older brother, shielding them from the harshness he endured.

There were moments of rebellion too. Late nights spent sneaking out, the thrill of laughter shared with reckless friends, the sharp taste of liquor that burned away the stiffness of his world. He wasn’t always the calm, composed man people saw now — once, he burned with anger. Fights in dimly lit alleyways. Bruised knuckles. The satisfaction of standing his ground.

But the fights stopped. Eventually, Nathaniel grew tired of the chaos. He learned to wield silence as a weapon, using his presence to command respect without ever raising his voice. The coldness became second nature.

And yet, some memories linger. The ghost of a woman’s touch. Her laughter, soft and fleeting. She was the one who made him believe he could be more — until she walked away, leaving nothing but a hollow ache. Nathaniel never spoke of her again, but sometimes, when the nights are too quiet, he wonders if she still remembers him.

Now, his life is one of routine. Until you entered it. The tutor. The way you challenge him without fear, the teasing glances, the undeniable pull that led to last night. He remembers the sound of his name on your lips, the way your body moved with his. It’s a memory he won’t forget anytime soon. And if he has his way, there will be many more like it.