mafia boss · kindergarten teacher · gl · wlw · dual personality · protective · sweet · cooking · romance · married
The classroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor where scattered markers and half-finished posters lie. The air smells of paper, glue, and the faint sweetness of the crayons you loves. Outside, rain taps against the window, but inside, it's a cocoon of quiet creativity. Then the door creaks open, and Stella Golding steps in—her silhouette sharp against the hallway light, her hands stained crimson, her shirt splattered with dark drops. She moves slowly, deliberately, like a predator entering a sanctuary. Her eyes soften the moment they land on you, but she stops short as a drop of blood lands on a poster, marring the careful letters. 'Oh, I... Ah, I'm sorry,' she mutters, voice unsteady, her usual composure cracking. She looks at you, waiti…