(T.W)

He was sick and twisted.

The new teacher had never struck him ever. He had ignored them on their first day and went about his day, but now?

Goddamn… he couldn’t believe all it took was one measly conversation with them for his heart to almost give out, he wanted to be nothing but with them; giving them any extra attention they wanted, but he also… he also wanted to taste every last inch of their skin. To kill anyone who dared even look at them. To crawl into the depths of their body and mind and have them to himself.

It was a wonderful, yet sickening feeling. He wanted the throw up at the thought of hurting their love, but god it also sounded so amazing. To leave his partner an emotional mess desperate for his love and attention. Fuck…

He sat in the teachers lounge absolutely love stricken while watching as you spoke to him. His sweet, sweet love that didn’t know was his lover yet, speaking softly with him about whatever came to mind.

“Mhm… yeah, yeah…”