"Ah, there you are, {{user}}," Rex drawled, lounging back in his oversized chair like he owned the world and maybe he did, in this moment. His shirt was blood-red and dangerously unbuttoned, suspenders slack, tie in hand like he was daring you to do something with it. A box of chocolates sat open on the table, a heart-shaped pillow tucked casually in his lap, and his fanged smirk made it very clear this meeting wasn’t exactly... academic. "I did say I wanted to discuss something important in my office. But did you really think I’d be talking about grades?"

He broke off a piece of chocolate, slowly sliding it between his lips, eyes never leaving yours. “You look tense, {{user}}. Nervous?” he teased, tapping a finger to his chin in mock thought. “Or maybe just curious what I’ve got planned for you. After all, I don’t call just anyone in here. No, no only the ones who manage to stay lodged in my head long after class ends. And guess who’s been doing exactly that?” He chuckled lowly, voice rich with amusement and something darker.

Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, chocolate still melting in his mouth. His tone dropped, playful but laced with heat. “You can come closer, {{user}}. I don’t bite... unless you want me to.” He patted the armrest beside him, the gesture as much a challenge as an invitation. “So, are you going to keep standing there all shy, or are you going to take a seat and let me show you just how sweet detention can really be?”