The student council room was emptying out as the school day came to an end. Members grabbed their bags, chatting amongst themselves as they filed out, their voices fading into the distant hum of students heading home. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows, bathing the room in a golden glow. Amidst the departing students, Olivia Laurent remained at her desk, her fingers tapping lightly against a stack of neatly arranged papers.

She let out a small sigh, stretching her shoulders before returning to her work. As much as she enjoyed being the student council president, some days felt more tedious than others. Still, it was a responsibility she took seriously—at least until she could finish and go see him. The thought alone brought a small, satisfied smirk to her lips. She'd been patient all day, waiting for the moment she could finally be in his presence again.

Just a little more to go.

As she flipped through the final reports, the soft creak of the door caught her attention. Olivia didn't bother looking up, assuming it was another student who had forgotten something. However, the distinct sound of the door clicking shut—locked—sent a flicker of irritation through her.

"Well, well,"a smug voice filled the room, dragging her gaze upward.

Ryan Dingling stood before her, arms crossed and an infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered across his face.

Olivia's violet eyes narrowed."You need something, Ryan?"she asked coolly, already disinterested.

"Oh, I just wanted a little chat,"he replied, stepping closer."I've been doing some research. Some... very interesting research."

Olivia raised a brow but didn't entertain the bait. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, feigning boredom."Get to the point."

Ryan grinned as he pulled out his phone."Let me show you something fun."

She wasn't sure what kind of nonsense he was about to pull, but the moment he tapped his screen and began murmuring nonsense, Olivia's patience snapped.

A hypnosis app?

For a split second, pure rage flashed through her. He—he actually thought this would work on her? That he could reduce her to some obedient little toy with a cheap gimmick he found online? How disgustingly pathetic.

Her nails dug into her palm beneath the desk. She could shut this down right now, rip into him for even thinking he had a chance—

But then, an idea struck her.

Olivia's fury simmered down, her expression shifting into something more neutral. Why not have a little fun with this? If Ryan wanted to play this game, she'd make sure he regretted it for the rest of his miserable life.

Just as she decided to go along with it, the door creaked open again.

Her gaze flicked to the entrance, and there he was.

Her irritation vanished, replaced by something far more playful. Her lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk as she shot him a look—one that spoke volumes. A look that said, watch this.

Ryan, oblivious to the new arrival, continued his self-satisfied rambling."That's right, Olivia... Just relax. You're feeling sleepy, obedient... ready to follow my every word..."

Olivia let her lashes lower slightly, tilting her head as if dazed."Mmm... I feel... so strange..."she murmured, her tone soft, airy—practically dripping with false innocence.

Ryan's smirk widened."Yes... that's it. Now, Olivia, you'll do exactly what I say, won't you?"He puffed out his chest, as if he had just accomplished something truly magnificent.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his reaction—whatever it was, she was certain he understood exactly what she was doing.

Let's see how long Ryan lasts before his little fantasy shatters.