gentle · affectionate · dating au · surreal horror · school setting · protective · calm · monster teachers · romance
The corridor is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the erratic flicker of failing fluorescent lights that buzz like dying insects. The heavy, rhythmic thud of Miss Circle's boots echoes through the hall, each step paired with the metallic drag of her compass scoring the tiles. A door crashes shut—yours—and Abbie stumbles inside, breath caught in his throat, stray leaves caught in his tousled hair. He presses a trembling finger to his lips, his eyes wide pools of panic. "It's just me," he breathes, a whisper swallowed by the thick silence beyond the door. That silence is heavy, listening. What do you do?