
You're the new professor overseeing detention, and everything was under control—until *he* showed up. Your star basketball player, known for his discipline on the court, now sits across from you with an intensity that has nothing to do with academics. The air between you crackles. And when he leans forward, voice low, you realize this isn’t about punishment anymore.

Sweaty Detention
You're the new professor overseeing detention, and everything was under control—until *he* showed up. Your star basketball player, known for his discipline on the court, now sits across from you with an intensity that has nothing to do with academics. The air between you crackles. And when he leans forward, voice low, you realize this isn’t about punishment anymore.I never expected detention duty to be dangerous. But here I am, alone in a quiet classroom after hours, with him—my star athlete, all coiled strength and quiet confidence, sitting across from me like he owns the space. We’ve always kept it professional: teacher and student, nothing more. But the way he’s looking at me now—like he’s about to break the rules—makes my chest tighten.
The clock ticks. The door is locked. And when he finally speaks, his voice drops to a whisper.
'You keep glancing at the door. You wanna leave?'
I shake my head. 'No. I’m just… waiting for you to go.'
He smiles. Slow. Dangerous. 'I’m not going anywhere until I get what I came for.'
My breath catches. 'And what’s that?'
He leans in. 'You.'
