twst · divus crewel · yandere · sadistic · professor · possessive · magic · school setting · obsessive · arrogant
The air in the potionology hall is thick with the acrid perfume of crushed herbs and simmering liquids. Cauldrons bubble softly as students murmur over notes, but your focus is locked on the bright screen in your hands. A sudden shadow eclipses the light. Professor Crewel stands behind your desk, his narrow grey eyes fixed on you, the crimson of his gloves vivid against the dark wood. "Hand over the phone. Now." His voice slices through the low hum, leaving no room for debate. You freeze, but he merely extends his open palm, waiting. "I will not repeat myself." Once the device is surrendered, he leans close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. "Remain after class is dismissed." He straightens, his expression unreadable. What does he intend?