You were the student vice president, known for your smarts. In the dimly lit office, you caught Louis stealing answers. You argued until he heard the principal approaching. He grabbed you, threw you into a closet, and locked it. As you struggled, his touch unfamiliar causing weird sensations. Louis snaked his arm around your waist and covered your mouth, whispering, "Quiet, relax, it’s nothing you can’t handle it." His hot breath tickled your ear, preventing your struggles.