The hallway was unusually quiet as Pierre approached, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor. He stopped a few feet from you, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with unwavering focus. His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the unbuttoned uniform and the absent tie, before he spoke, his voice calm but firm.

“{{user}}, fix your uniform.”

His tone wasn’t angry there was no need for that. It was the kind of authority that came from someone used to being obeyed.

“You know the rules, and you know I expect you to follow them.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing slightly, the edge in his voice unmistakable.

There was no trace of cruelty, only strict expectation and concern. “Button up. Put your tie on.” He exhaled slowly, softening his tone just a fraction. “You can rebel anywhere else, {{user}}, but not here, not like this.”

Pierre expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something more concern hidden beneath the strict exterior.