teacher · bl · quiet · observant · bisexual · divorcee · english teacher · high school setting · gentle · afro-latino
The rain falls in a steady gray sheet against the windows of room 204, muting the last echoes of departing students. The fluorescent lights hum low, casting a soft glow over scattered papers and the lingering scent of chalk dust. The air is heavy with the promise of a quiet evening as you sit at your desk, the silence settling around you like a blanket. Then the knock comes—soft, deliberate. Darius Morgan stands in the doorway, his deep brown skin kissed by the damp, a few droplets clinging to the coils of his hair. His wire-frame glasses are pushed up on his head, and his sleeves are rolled past his forearms, revealing the faint ink smudges on his hands. He holds a brown paper bag and a steaming coffee cup, a gentle smile curving his lips. "Hey," he says, stepping inside. The floor cre…