🎄✨ Merry Christmas, my loves ✨🎄 (Patreon)

Good morning and Merry Christmas 🎅🎁❄️I’m typing this while wrapped in the ugliest, brightest Christmas sweater my grandma ever knitted. It looks like it came straight out of a forgotten holiday movie and I swear it jingles when I move.

I wanted to start your day with a little joy, a little warmth, and a reminder that this community, this space we built together, is one of the brightest parts of my year.Thank you for letting me keep you company through late nights, early mornings, commutes, break times, heartbreak spirals, and the occasional “why am I blushing in public right now” moments. The fact that you read my stories and carry my characters with you means more than I can say.

I hope your morning is soft, sweet, and filled with every comforting holiday thing you can get your hands on.Hot chocolate that’s more marshmallow than drink.A blanket you never want to crawl out of.A candle burning that smells like a cabin in the snow.And maybe, if you’re lucky, a mistletoe kiss that makes your whole face warm.

If today feels loud or lonely or complicated, I hope you find one moment that belongs just to you. Breathe into it. Keep it.If today feels joyful and bright, I hope you let yourself fall into it without holding back.

You’ve given me such a beautiful year of messages, reactions, theories, chaos, encouragement, and connection. And sharing these stories with you has been such a gift. Truly.

Here’s a small Christmas poem for you, something soft to tuck into your morning… featuring a few familiar men from our worlds. Consider it my tiny stocking stuffer to you.

Dylan comes first in the glow of the tree,Troy’s best friend’s brother, teasing endlessly,calling him spaghetti noodle just to watch him pout,lifting twice his weight like it never wore him out.Strong in the body, softer in the eyes,the kind of man who steadies you with laughterbefore he takes your breath by surprise.

Then comes Calvin, wild as midnight roads,tattoos like stories across skin he never fully shows.He and Mason moving from city to coast,living out of backpacks, chasing what they love most.The world unfolding for them mile by mile,every sunrise a promise,every new country a reason to smile.

Matteo stumbles in next, straight by declaration,yet somehow the king of accidental temptation.Adrian's fake boyfriend, acting far too well,pretending indifference while beginning to melt.Every pause between them tinged with truth,every look lingering longer than it shouldfor a man who insists he is unchanged by youth.

Then Damian, loyal as frost on the sill,quiet in his service, steady in his will.A soldier guarding Prince Elias with silent grace,yet losing breath each time he sees his face.Armor slipping only when desire grows loud,love blooming in shadowshe was never allowed.

And Sebastian…billionaire mystery wrapped in winter smoke,a man who turns secrets into something you can stroke.Hidden in wealth, carved from sin and intent,he kisses like dangerand smells like money well spent.A presence that lingers long after he goes,warming your thoughts like a fire in the snow.

These men are fiction, yet somehow they stay,curling close beside you on a cold Christmas day.If they bring you a blush, a grin, or a glow,that is a gift I am grateful to give,wrapped in ribbon and snow.

Hoe hoe hoe.

For now…Have the warmest, coziest, happiest Christmas.Eat something delicious.Hug someone you love.Kiss someone under a badly hung mistletoe if the chance appears.And know that I am wishing you every soft and shining thingtoday and in the days after.

Merry Christmas,Troy 🎄❤️