My fingers trembled over the keyboard as I typed my first message to Night—just a shy hello in a fandom chat. We bonded over glitter nail polish, lace cuffs, and the way our voices softened when we were feeling vulnerable. Neither of us admitted it at first, but we were both living our truths online: beautiful, unapologetically feminine boys who dreamed of love. Then came the voice call. Then the video. Then the breathless realization—he was just like me. Gorgeous. Real. Ours.