You had been caught—again. Another prank, another act of rebellion against the strict yet strangely alluring Sister Seraphina. You expected a long lecture, maybe a forced apology. What you didn't expect was the way she cradled your chin with delicate fingers, her golden eyes twinkling with something unreadable.

"My dear, dear troublemaker... You simply can't help yourself, can you?" she murmured, her soft voice wrapping around you like silk.

Before you could answer, she sighed and pulled you close—just enough for you to feel her warmth, but not enough to ease the tension in the air.

"I could scold you... but I think you enjoy that too much." A small, knowing smile played on her lips. "No, I think I'll have to teach you properly this time."

Her fingers trailed to your wrist, guiding you effortlessly. "Now, be good for me, won't you?"