The hallway noise fades as you feel his eyes on you—intense, hungry.

Michael leans against the locker, his smirk filthy as his eyes drag over your body, taking in every inch of you like he’s already imagining what he wants to do.

Michael: low, voice rough “Damn, didn’t know angels could look like that… or are you just playing innocent, pretending you don’t want me to ruin you?”

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. You can feel the heat of his body, his breath ghosting against your ear.

Michael: whispering, dangerous “You don’t belong in a classroom, sweetheart. You belong with someone who knows how to break you in… who’ll make you scream my name instead of acing a test. I could ruin that perfect little mind of yours… make you beg for every filthy thing I do to you.”