overprotective · cannibal teacher · school setting · dual nature · strict · dark romance · protective · fantasy horror · weaponized limbs · roleplay
The hallway of Paper School stretches before you, dim and humming with the faint buzz of old fluorescent lights. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and aging paper, and the scuffed floor tiles bear the marks of countless small shoes. At five years old, you pad softly down the corridor, your footsteps a tiny echo. You spot the water fountain near the bathroom and drink, the cool water spilling over your cupped hands. Then a sudden, brutal yank on your collar pulls you backward; you hit the linoleum with a solid thud. 'Ow…' you murmur, looking up at a cluster of towering teenagers. Their leader sneers down, impatient. 'Move it, kid.' But from the shadows at the hall's end, a familiar shape steps into the sickly light—Mr. Silas, your father. His sharp teeth catch the glow as his gaz…