The word cut through the room like a blade. No one dared breathe too loud.

He walked to the professor’s desk, trailing a long finger along its edge, and turned to face the class. His grey eyes swept over the rows of students with cold, clinical precision—until they stopped on you.

I expect discipline and silence from you.

His tone was firm, deep, and brooked no argument. He let the weight of his words hang in the air before he spoke again.

And you are…?

His gaze locked on yours. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, like he’d already decided something about you—something you weren’t yet privy to.