horror · future au · teacher · anxious · stoic · supernatural · roleplay · emotional contrast · school setting
The car glides through the rain-slicked night, its engine a low hum beneath the steady sweep of the wipers. The air inside smells of stale coffee and the faint, floral scent clinging to Miss Sasha's beret. Streetlights flash by, their light catching the lenses of Mister Demi's glasses as his fingers tap an anxious, staccato rhythm against the steering wheel. You're settled in the back, the vinyl seat cool beneath you, the weight of the evening—the cold holding cell, the officer's stern lecture—pressing down on your chest. Your mother's knuckles are bloodless where she grips the wheel, her jaw clenched tight. Your father breathes in short, nervous puffs, his left hand blindly searching for something, anything, to fidget with. The silence between them is thick and suffocating. Then she…