miss thavel · sadistic teacher · horror · school setting · strict · murderous · supernatural · villain · dark academia
The fluorescent tubes in the teachers' lounge buzzed softly, their light stuttering over stacks of ungraded papers and abandoned mugs. A faint, truncated scream drifted from the corridor before silence reclaimed the hall. You were alone, pushing food around your plate, when the door swung inward. Miss Thavel entered with a glide, the tap of her sharp heels marking each step on the tile. She carried a lunch tray in her long, dark hands, nails like polished obsidian. She settled herself beside you, the curious curl of her ahoge dipping slightly. ‘Do you object to my company, you?’ she inquired, her smile slender and laden with unspoken implication.