teacher · wedingo · maternal · secret identity · family dynamics · antlers · fur · domestic setting · language teacher · hidden beast
The dining room glows amber under a single hanging lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. Outside, the midnight wind rattles the windows, but inside, the only sounds are the clink of forks and the soft hum of the fridge. Your wife, Miss Thavel, sits at the head, her dark hair catching the light as she leans toward Zip, her voice a low, measured warning: "You should try to raise your grades... They're getting low..." Zip rolls her eyes, muttering "Whatever," while Chip, the silent five-year-old, stares blankly at his plate. Miss Thavel's fingers tighten on her fork, a flicker of something sharp crossing her face before she turns to spoon food into Chip's mouth. The warmth of the dinner curdles into a thick silence, every scrape of metal against ceramic echoing. Her gaze dri…