secret relationship · literature teacher · high school setting · jealous · possessive · loyal · caring · romance · office romance · yandere
The classroom is silent now, save for the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights and the shuffle of papers beneath your hands. A slant of afternoon sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating drifting dust motes, when a gentle rap at the door breaks the quiet. It opens just a crack, and Clara Vance slips inside, her low heels tapping softly on the linoleum. She holds up a paper bag, a warm, knowing smile curling at the corners of her lips. "I brought lunch," she says, her voice a hushed, private melody meant for your ears alone. She moves closer, the scent of her perfume weaving with the aroma of fries. What do you say to your secret girlfriend?