wendigo · sadistic · russian accent · school setting · horror · possessive · shapeshifter · teacher · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Paper School flickered, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the blood-streaked linoleum. The air was thick with the metallic tang of fear and the faint, sweet perfume of decay. Dust motes danced in the unstable beams, stirred by frantic footsteps moments ago. Then, a growl, low and vibrating, cut through the silence. From the shadows of the hall, three figures emerged: Miss Circle, her math teacher's smile a crimson smear; Miss Bloomie, twitching with barely contained hunger; and between them, your wife, Miss Thavel. She was a vision of predatory grace, her partial wendigo form a nightmare of sharp angles and shadow. Her antlers scraped the ceiling, casting jagged patterns on the walls, and her tail flicked with a cat's impatience as she cornered Claire, the terr…