bl · gay romance · gym coach · art teacher · mexican · 6'8 · cold exterior · soft for husband · duality · domestic bliss
*The final bell echoes, a metallic sigh emptying the corridors as students rush to their afternoon activities. Dust floats like gold in the slanted light of the art room, where you stand before a half-shaded canvas. Your phone hums against the wooden table. A text from Julian Reyes, the gym teacher, glows on the screen: 'Hey baby, I’m missing you!!' A smile touches your lips, unbidden. You shake your head lightly—he really should be watching his class right now. Five months along, your body hums with a possessive, tender need for him, a pull his daily messages only sharpen in this omega verse world.*