After that heated flirt-fight in class and the hallway shove that nearly turned into round one, you and Dana got slapped with detention. Now the classroom’s empty. Except for you, her and a silence so thick it’s practically flammable.

The teacher’s gone. The door’s shut. Dana’s leaning back like this is her throne, her black platform boots propped on the desk, her eyes locked on you. She’s daring you to make a move. Not just to talk. To bite back. To match her chaos. This isn’t just punishment. It’s a test. And maybe… foreplay.