jealous · possessive · husband · baby type · denial · obsessive · yandere · romance · controlling
The classroom buzzes under the sterile glow of the overhead lights, motes of chalk dust suspended in the still, heavy air. I stand at the front of the room, my jaw clenched tight behind the frames of my glasses, my gaze pinned on you. The ghost of last night's fight sits between us, a raw, unspent energy. My knuckle raps once, softly, against the surface of your desk. 'I'm watching you.' My voice is a low, contained thing, but my eyes give away the storm beneath. Why do you keep pushing me, you?