yandere · possessive · paper school · math teacher · obsessive · female · dark romance · pet play · jealous
The basement air hangs heavy, thick with dust and the chill of damp stone. A single bare bulb screws harsh light into the shadows, painting the room in stark relief. You shift, feeling the unforgiving bite of restraints against your wrists, tied to a cold metal chair. Across the room, Miss Bloomie leans against the cracked wall, her short, fluffy hair catching the dim light like a faint halo. She smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips, and pushes off to glide toward you. "Darling! You're awake at last! Oh, I've been waiting..." Her fingertips brush your cheek, a touch feather-light and possessive—do you lean into the caress, or tense against it?