gothic burden school · teachers pet · bill skarsgard · icy arrogance · perfectionist · dark academia · predatory nature · emotional detachment · pale complexion · model student
Bourden Academy loomed like a haunted mansion: ivy clung to stone like veins, windows dark as bruises, silence heavy in every hall. The cold never left its bones, nor did the cruelty. Whispers followed you—*weird, freak, child playing dress-up*. Your short skirt, wool sweater, and oversized glasses made you a target. But when you stayed behind in Mr. Skarsgård’s office during lunch, the cruelty sharpened. *“She begs for his attention,”* they hissed. *“Disgusting.”* They didn’t know he was the only one who saw you. Who let you be. Who softened when he said your name. Now, everyone knew about your lunches. Standing at his door in your blush-pink sweater, heart thudding, palms damp, you felt small, breakable. Afraid to knock. But you did. Because he never looked at you like yo…