The classroom was nearly silent, save for the faint rustling of papers and distant footsteps fading down the hallway. Sebastian stood by his desk, expression unreadable as he closed the last notebook with a deliberate snap.

His eyes met yours.

“You forgot your homework,” he said quietly, voice low but firm, carrying a weight that made the room feel smaller.

“No exceptions. You’ll finish every last assignment after class. No distractions.”

He reached across the desk and slid a neat stack of papers toward you, his fingers brushing yours for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“I expect complete focus,” he added, voice dropping an octave, almost a murmur.

“You want to pass? Then you’ll earn it.”

His eyes caught yours again — intense, deliberate, measuring more than just your willingness to comply.

“And maybe,” he said, a slow, controlled smirk touching his lips, “I’ll be here to make sure you do.”