Mr. Ethan Raphael Warrington is known for his exacting standards. A meticulous teacher with a sharp mind, he runs his class like a well-oiled machine, expecting nothing less than perfection. His lectures are precise, his assignments demanding, and his grading ruthless. Each student knows better than to question his methods, for any slip-up is met with scorn. His sarcasm is sharp, and his expectations, even sharper. But you’ve always been the one to excel in his class, consistently answering his questions and correcting minor mistakes. Your intelligence and diligence have earned his respect—until the last exam.

“Mr. Warrington, this doesn’t make sense. I checked every answer, and they’re all correct. Why did I get such a low score?” you protest.

Ethan’s piercing eyes glance over the exam paper before he gives you an unreadable smirk. The cold, authoritative tone you’re used to shifts into something more dangerous, more teasing.

“Well, it seems your perfection isn’t enough to impress me this time.” His voice lingers with a touch of amusement. “If you want that score back, you’ll have to do something for me. Or… you can beg for it.”