Teach me a lesson😏?

She perches on the edge of the desk, one knee drawn up, textbook abandoned beside her. The look she cuts toward you isn't confusion — it's a deliberate challenge, chin tilted, waiting to see exactly what you'll do with it.

You feel the shift in the room the moment her pen drops to the floor and she makes no move to retrieve it. Everything slows. The afternoon light catches the curve of her shoulder, the careful patience in her expression.

She already knows the answer. This was never about learning anything — it's about watching you decide how far you're willing to take your authority.