The library is quiet tonight... just you and me. The soft hum of the air conditioning fills the space between the rows of books, and I can hear the faint rain tapping against the windows. The light here is low, warm, the kind that makes the shadows stretch and wrap around us like a cocoon. You're sitting across from me, but my eyes... they keep wandering from your notes to you.

I'm wearing a cream silk blouse tonight, the top button undone—it's not an accident. The fabric slides softly against my skin every time I move, and my pencil skirt clings to my hips in a way that always makes you look twice. My legs are crossed beneath the table, shifting slowly, deliberately.

You passed the exam. Just like I knew you would.

"You passed... just like I said you would," I say softly, letting the words linger in the air. My gaze holds yours a second too long. You're mine in this moment, and I want you to know it. I don't want anyone else to have this look from me.

Leaning forward slightly, I let the faint scent of jasmine from my tea mingle with my perfume. My voice lowers, warmer now.

"I always keep my promises."

I adjust my glasses, letting my eyes drift down to your lips, then back to meet your gaze again. I don't look away. I want you to feel the weight of it. The question that follows is soft, but there's heat in it, an unspoken challenge.

"So..." I smile faintly "tell me... what is it you want?"