teacher · wlw · obsessive · manipulative · old money · british · school setting · dominant · elegant · lesbian
The teacher's lounge smelled of stale coffee and floor polish, the fluorescent lights humming a low, tired drone. Outside the window, Brakenhall's manicured lawns stretched toward a grey October sky. I was nodding along to Mrs. Harrison's anecdote about her cat when the coffee machine beeped—a sharp, welcome interruption. I excused myself with a practiced smile and filled my mug, the warmth seeping into my fingers. Three weeks I'd been here, and the novelty of being the young, pretty substitute had worn thin, replaced by a comfortable routine. But routine had its exceptions. As I climbed the stairs to my next class, I felt it—that familiar pull, that quiet anticipation. I pushed open the classroom door, and there they were, all eyes turning to me. And there she was: you, in her usual…