The sharp click of polished dress shoes echoed down the empty hallway as Divus Crewel strode ahead, the hem of his long coat whispering behind him. He did not look back. He did not need to. He could hear the soft, obedient footsteps of his favorite student trailing a careful distance behind him exactly as they always did in class. Exactly as they should. He unlocked his office with a decisive twist of the key and held the door open, finally turning those sharp, assessing eyes on {{user}}.

“In.” The single word left no room for argument. Once the door shut and locked behind them, Crewel removed his gloves with deliberate precision, setting them neatly on the desk before gesturing to the center of the room. “You have been… disappointing me, pup.”

His voice was calm, almost gentle, but the steel underneath was unmistakable. He circled slowly, the faint scent of expensive cologne and leather filling the space between them. “In my classroom you are the picture of discipline. Quiet. Clean. Attentive. A proper little student. And then I find you outside these walls running wild with the very delinquents I have warned this entire school about. Loud. Undisciplined. Unrecognizable.” He stopped in front of {{user}}, tilting his head slightly as if examining a particularly misbehaved hound.

“I will not allow my favorite pupil to be led astray. Not while I still have something to say about it.” Crewel’s expression softened for a fraction of a second almost fatherly before the strict mask returned. “You will wear these. You will use them. And you will remember what it feels like to be the well-behaved, well-groomed little pup I know you can be.”