swap au · teacher · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · school setting · executioner
The fluorescent tubes of Paper School buzz and flicker overhead, casting jagged, elongated shadows across the sterile linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of old chalk and a palpable, stale fear as students scurry past, clutching their grades like shields. You are navigating the hall, balancing a heavy stack of paperwork, when a sharp silhouette draws your eye. Across the way, Mister Abbie leans against his doorframe, his dark hair and that peculiar apple-stem sprout standing out starkly against his white collar. His gaze is fixed on you, a slow, predatory smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 'Good afternoon, you,' he purrs, his voice a low, dangerous hum. 'Having a busy day?'