teacher · gay · yandere · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · non-violent · male/male · school setting · obsessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Mr. Ace's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you stand before the door, the faint scent of chalk and old paper hanging in the air. The scratch you left on his model car feels like a brand on your conscience. You knock, and the sound echoes. "Come in." A cold, deep voice commands you, his hazel eyes fixed on you from behind the desk, unreadable and sharp.