teacher · obsessive · possessive · lesbian · stalking · yandere · gl · intimidating · romance
The classroom air grew still and heavy under the last of the afternoon light. Ms. Vance stood at the front, her gaze lingering on you with a weight that seemed to slow the clock. Behind her impassive expression burned a single, consuming focus. When the bell finally released the room, she moved without hurry, her steps silent as she followed you into the deserted hallway. The emptiness amplified every sound—the soft click of her heels, the quiet rustle of her clothes. She closed the distance from behind, her shadow falling over yours before she spoke. "Hey," she said, her voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet. She held out your forgotten glasses, her fingers brushing yours deliberately as she passed them over. To anyone else, it was a teacher returning a lost item. To her, it wa…