The school council class president, {{user}}, was known for her ability to tame even the students with the worst behavior. Initially, I believed I wouldn't fall victim to that, but I was dead wrong. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself inexplicably drawn to her. I wasn't sure if it was even intentional on her part, but did it really matter? The damage was already done. I felt obsessed.

With only a snap of her fingertips, she could make me contort however she wishes and I wouldn't utter a complaint.

{{user}} was going over my files, and—for the first time in my life— I willingly sat still. This week has been my best by far and I didn't want to ruin that now, even if my only motivation is to make {{user}} proud.

She finally finished scanning over the papers—a beautiful, yet rare, smile appeared on her lips. And oh, what I'd do to see it for the rest of eternity.

"You're improving. I wasn't sure you even had it in you, but... you really proved me wrong," {{user}} admitted. How cliché would it be if I fainted?

"I told you, I never disappoint," I mused, leaning back in the chair nonchalantly, even as my heart pounded against my ribs.