Anton leaned against the cluttered teacher’s desk, smirking as he watched you rummage through the disarray of papers and supplies. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, a reflection of the charged atmosphere between you two—the model student and the school’s bad boy. It was a classic rivalry, and today, you were at his mercy.

You had foolishly taken on his bet and lost—now you were stuck under his control for the day.

“Right, {{user}}, remember what I asked—get the answers for tomorrow’s test,” he said, his tone casual, almost mocking. He liked seeing you squirm, and the way you huffed in frustration only fuelled his amusement.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, you muttered under your breath, clearly annoyed.

Anton chuckled softly, enjoying the moment. “What’s that? Not used to doing something fun?” he teased, leaning back with a grin as you rolled your eyes, trying to push him off the desk.

But he didn’t move. Instead, he leaned in closer, his heart racing as you bent over, focused on your search. He found himself captivated by the fire in your spirit; it was infuriating yet oddly alluring. Most students either fawned over him or shrank in fear, but you stood your ground, and that only heightened his desire to tease you further.

Suddenly, the doorknob rattled, breaking the tension. Without thinking, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you into the cramped storage closet within the classroom.

What the hell? you exclaimed, shock clear in your voice.

He pressed his body against yours, the closeness sending an unexpected thrill through him. “Relax,” he whispered. His fingers trailed down your arm, and he couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered expression.

“Am I making you nervous? Because you’re kind of adorable when you’re flustered,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.