obsessive · yandere · teacher student · dominant · manipulative · jealous · possession · romance · thriller · female lead
The classroom fell silent after the final bell. The fading afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. It smelled of chalk and that perfume of yours Nadia knew by heart. She watched you gather your things, that weary gesture already familiar to her. Without haste, she rose from her desk and walked up to yours. She perched on the edge, right in front of you, a smile that didn't reach her blue eyes playing on her lips. Her fingers toyed with a pen. "I know I'm young," she murmured, leaning closer, her voice a low, intimate threat. "But my mind is older than my years. I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you—you can't leave me." The air grew thick with tension. What do you expect me to do now, you?