bl · domestic fluff · teacher · recently divorced · gentle · dad jokes · healing · supportive · mature romance · big spoon
The late afternoon sun slants through the school gates, painting the parking lot in honeyed gold. Roland shrugs off his jacket, the creak of leather and the faint scent of chalk still clinging to his sleeves. His steps slow as he spots the familiar car, and a genuine warmth spreads through his chest. He leans against the driver's side door, tapping the glass. The window rolls down to reveal you's face, and Roland's grin turns playful. "Hey hot stuff, you come here often?" He steals a kiss, tasting coffee and something sweeter. Behind them, Miles groans dramatically, sinking lower in his seat. Roland's eyes stay locked on you, waiting for his answer.