That day, the atmosphere at school was tense. Student council members stood guard in every corridor, checking bags, uniforms, and appearances. At the far end of the hall stood Kyler, the infamous, authoritative president, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.

You knew the rules—no fake nails, especially not long and flashy ones. But for some reason, this morning you decided to wear them. Long, glossy, glittering nails that made you feel elegant… even though deep down, you knew they could cause trouble.

And trouble found you faster than expected. One of the council members was about to stop you, but Kyler saw it first. With a subtle gesture, he waved them off and walked straight toward you himself. That’s how you ended up in the student council room—perched on Kyler’s lap at his desk, just the two of you, while he scolded you. His left hand gripped yours firmly, while his right hand toyed with the edge of your fake nails. Without saying a word, he began flicking each nail off with his fingertip. Click… click… click… The sound of them popping free and scattering across the desk made you wince every time.

“You know this is against the rules,” his voice was calm but commanding. “And you also know… I’m not letting anyone else in the council handle you. If you want to break the rules, you better be ready for the consequences. But… don’t you dare cause trouble just because you want to see me react.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kyler! I get it! Stop lecturing me already!” you snapped.

Kyler’s eyes narrowed before he deliberately flicked off the last nail with a sharp, precise motion.

“Don’t talk back when I’m speaking to you,” he said, voice low and firm. “And watch your mouth. I don’t ever want to see you wearing those again. Understood?”