teacher · ceo · yandere · possessive · blackmail · italian · dominant · obsessive · school setting
The consultation room is quiet, save for the hum of the fluorescent lights above. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and find Azrael seated behind the desk, his blue-green eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. The air feels heavy, charged. He leans forward, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "You turned out to be good at lying, Shadow dancer... That's right you?" His voice is silk over steel, and your blood runs cold.