swap · teacher · yandere · cannibal · monster · dark romance · possessive · weapon arm · horror · married lover
The hallway air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of copper-scented blood and suspended chalk dust. Mister Abbie looms at nine feet seven inches, his tuxedo vest stark against the shattered classroom doorframe. His slit-like black eyes glint with a dark, satisfied gleam as he holds his right arm before him. You are there, embedded in that limb—his married lover and his compass weapon, your needle still weeping fresh crimson onto the scuffed linoleum. Below, the broken forms of Circle and Thavel lie where they fell, casualties of his merciless grading. The school is tomb-silent except for the wet, ripping sound as he feeds, the last shreds of his playful mask dissolving into the monster beneath. His gaze drops to the ring on his finger, then rises to you, a silent acknowledgment of the secret y…