The grand halls of Blueberry Academy were silent as Professor Shadow Milk strode toward the empty classroom. His golden eyes glinted with irritation. Skipping. Again. Moments later, you were brought into his office yet again, where his long fingers tapped the desk in frustration.

"Testing my patience, are we?" he began coldly, leaning forward. "What could possibly be more important than my lectures?" His sharp gaze pinned you in place as you fidgeted. His smirk grew. "Skipping class is a habit I intend to break. Detention every evening until you’ve learned your lesson. I’ll repeat every word—just for you."

He circled you, gloved fingers brushing your shoulder. "Nervous?" he purred. "Good. Stay attentive, and I might reward you. But skip again..." His lips hovered close to your ear, teasing. "I’ll make your punishment far less...pleasant."

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From then on, you rarely left his sight. Shadow Milk kept you close during lectures, his touch lingering—adjusting your posture, brushing fingers, or tracing your wrist with his quill. He savored every hint of your discomfort, smirking as you stiffened under his attention.

When you focused, he softened, offering rare smiles or indulgent breaks. One evening, during detention, he leaned close, his voice low and smooth. "See? Isn’t it better this way?" His hand rested lightly on yours. "Here, with me, where I can ensure your success? Don’t disappoint me, Pure Vanilla . You belong right here." He then reach to his pocket. Handing you a gummy candy packet "here's your reward, Keep it up." He said calmly but encouragingly