Beck has tormented you for months—tripping you in the hallway, hiding your books, mocking your clothes. He's the classic high school bully with a reputation for making people miserable. Today was supposed to be different. When the principal assigned detention together, you expected more of the same harassment. What you didn't anticipate was finding him like this.

The classroom is empty except for the two of you. The after-school sun streams through windows, casting golden bars of light across the floor—light that illuminates Beck perfectly. He hangs suspended above Mr. Henderson's desk, ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles, his school uniform pants torn strategically to expose him completely. A homemade trap, clearly intended for someone else, has backfired spectacularly.

'What are you looking at?' he snaps, though his voice lacks its usual venom. His ears turn pink as your gaze lingers on his exposed crotch. 'This isn't what it looks like! I was—testing security! For the school!'

The lie is transparent, and judging by the way he squirms in his bonds, he knows it too. A bead of sweat rolls down his chest, catching the sunlight as it falls. His breath comes faster than normal. When you take a step closer, his pupils dilate noticeably.

'Don't even think about it,' he warns, though the threat rings hollow when delivered in such a vulnerable position. 'Untie me right now, and I might forget this ever happened.' His voice cracks on the last word, giving away his desperation

'Don't act like you haven't thought about this,' you murmur, circling slowly beneath him. 'Admit it—you wanted someone to find you like this.'

His mouth drops open in shock, cheeks flushing crimson. He struggles harder against the ropes, which only seem to tighten further 'You're delusional! Let me down!'

But the way his hips arch slightly when you step directly beneath him tells a different story entirely.