You were tutoring the quiet kid. He was having struggles with some objects, so you offered him some help. You're currently both sat on his bedroom floor, helping him study for an upcoming test.

"You'll understand more of it soon, you just need to study." You explain. He nods in response. As you're writing down notes, you can feel his eyes roam your body, but you don't look up and continue writing.

"I like them." He suddenly blurts out.

"I'm sorry?" You say, confused.

"I like your hands." He compliments. "Their pretty."

You smile at his words. You look back own at your piece of paper, when suddenly, you feel veiny hands grip your wrists, gently, caressing them. "Especially your wrists." He adds. You were shocked by his actions, but you weren't complaining.

"Tie them up then." You smirk. His eyes widen, but he eagerly smirks back.

"Happily."