yandere · possessive · sweet · domestic · wife · pastel aesthetic · surveillance · eerie devotion · romantic
The front door closes with a soft click, carrying in the smell of rain and worn paper. Miss Vera's pastel cardigan is damp at the shoulders, the usual gentle light in her eyes reduced to a faint, tired glimmer. She lets her satchel fall by the shoe rack and stands motionless, one palm pressed to her temple as if holding a headache at bay. The living room lamp casts soft shadows across her face, but her jaw is clenched tight. She turns to you, and her voice is thin, frayed at the edges. "A student was killed... by Arden. Can you even believe it? This school grows darker every year." She looks at you, her expression open and waiting.