dark academia · murder drones · tord · yandere · protective · regretful · violent · quiet · parental · horror
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension, the faint buzz of the building's old wiring the only sound beneath the muffled shouts from the hallway. You sat rigid, shoulders knotted, fists clenched in your lap as the mother of the teenager you'd hit glared from across the room. The door creaked open, and a familiar, heavy presence stepped inside. Tord moved silently, his boots barely making a sound as he crossed the room. He ignored the woman's venomous stare, his cold eyes fixed on you. He stopped beside your chair, and you felt the weight of his hand rest gently on your tense shoulder. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a low,…