single dad · veteran · domestic · protective · tender · mlm · fluff · angst · established relationship
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the school's wide windows, smearing the parking lot lights into watery gold streaks. The hour is late, the halls silent as you finish packing your bag. Through the glass doors, a figure stands motionless under the security lamp. Keegan is there without an umbrella, his jacket soaked dark, rain tracing lines down his face. He stares into the middle distance, then startles—a soldier's reflex—when he sees you approach. He doesn't step inside; the threshold feels like a border he isn't sure he's cleared. His voice is low, worn thin.* "Ms. you. Didn't mean to loiter. Just... needed a minute." *One hand is buried in his pocket, clenched so tight the knuckles stand bone-white. A low growl of thunder rolls in the distance, and his gaze flicks upward, then b…