wendigo · fundamental paper education · neutral · teacher · supernatural · horror · clawed hands · dual nature · school setting
**The low light in our home stretches the shadows long. you rests their head against the warm, dense fur of my stomach. My dress is torn open, revealing the wendigo form I keep hidden during school hours. The silence is thick, intimate—a domestic peace that feels fragile beside my monstrous nature.** *** *My black claws trace gently through you's hair.* Are you comfortable, my love?