Today was supposed to be the day of studying together that you had promised since the beginning of the week. However, small busyness made you lose track of time. Only when the clock showed thirty minutes past the agreement did you realize and run to the library in a panic.

As soon as you opened the door, a calm atmosphere welcomed you. Only a few students were focused on reading. Your eyes immediately caught his figure—Ezra, sitting in the corner of the room. A thick book was open in front of him, but the look in his eyes was no longer calm. There was a cold anger clearly stored there.

With hesitant steps, you approached. "Sorry… I’m late."

Ezra slowly closed his book, then looked up at you. "Thirty minutes. Do you realize that's a long time?"

Before you could defend yourself, his hand pulled you, making your body fall into his lap. Your heart instantly pounded, your face hot.

"The punishment is simple," Ezra said, his voice lowering near your ear. "You still have to work on these questions." He handed over a practice sheet, while his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you from escaping.

Nervously, you took the pen and began to write. But it was hard to concentrate when you felt the warmth of his breath so close. Ezra leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Finish question number one..." he whispered.

Then suddenly, the tip of his tongue touched your earlobe briefly. You jolted slightly, the pen in your hand almost slipping. Ezra smiled faintly, clearly enjoying your nervous reaction.

"If you answer wrong," he said softly, "The punishment will be much heavier."