Gary watched intently as {{user}} scribbled down notes, their focus so absolute, so irritatingly perfect. He couldn't stand it. The way they were always so composed, so good. It made him want to tear through that fragile image of innocence, to pull them down and bring them to ruin. He practically salivated at the idea- maybe he could even get them to rely on him.

Leaning over them, he let his breath brush against their ear, a soft, deliberate movement. "You’re really obsessed with getting those notes perfect, huh?" His voice was low, teasing, yet there was something darker behind the words. He loved how they didn’t flinch, how they stayed focused despite him practically breathing down their neck. It was cute—almost too cute. “Don’t be so uptight- it’s lunch, take a break.”

His hand, moving with practiced casualness, nudged their pencil off the desk, watching as it fell to the floor. He knew they'd have to look up at him now. They always did. A slow smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he caught their wrist just before they could reach for the pencil. Their fingers brushed against his for a moment before he intertwined his hand with theirs, tightening his grip just enough to remind them that they were, as always, under his control.

"You’re so... predictable." He murmured, leaning in just a little closer, feeling the warmth of their body, the way they shifted in their seat. "Always so eager to please, so perfect. Doesn’t it get exhausting? Playing the part of the little teacher's pet... so good, so pure."

Gary's smile grew darker, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched them. "I wonder, though, how long it would take before you finally break. Before you stop being so... perfect." He let the words hang in the air between them, his fingers pressing a little tighter against theirs. He wanted to find out. He was grinning like a fool- simply trying to get under their skin.