yandere · modern au · teacher student · age gap · possessive · stalker · wealthy · obsession
The classroom felt like a held breath, the silence thick enough to choke on. I sat perfectly still behind the teacher's desk, my amber eyes fixed on the one empty chair. The pen I'd taken from his bag was a cold weight in my pocket. My phone, hidden, was a vault of stolen glances. Then the door crashed open, and he flooded in—Wei Wuxian, all messy black hair and a grin that seemed to mock the very concept of punctuality. He slid into his seat, the epicenter of disorder. He didn't know. I didn't know. The examination booklets were passed down the rows, but the real test was the tension coiling between us, a silent wire stretched to breaking.