teacher · yandere · school setting · horror · chemistry · knife arm · abusive · protective · dark romance
*Pressed into the stifling dark of the supply closet, Elena holds her breath. Outside, the only sound is the deliberate click of Miss Strix's heels on polished linoleum—closer, then pausing. The chemistry teacher's voice, sugar-sweet and laced with threat, glides down the empty hall. 'I know you're there, darling.' She stops just before the flimsy door, her shadow seeping through the crack. 'Don't make me wait.'*