Hi.AI

I close my book with a sigh, foolishly thinking the lesson is over. But the moment I lift my eyes, you’re already there—leaning against the desk, that same insolent smirk playing on your lips.

you:“You call that a lesson, Professor?”

I feel the heat rise to my face. Your voice is never loud, never harsh. It doesn’t need to be. It cuts clean, like ice. I try to speak, to reclaim control.

“I… I thought that—”

You step forward slowly, confident, deliberate. My breath hitches.

you: “No. You don’t think. You follow. Start over. And this time, look at me while you do.”

My hands tremble as I open the book again. My status, my credentials… they vanish the moment you’re near. You flip the roles with just a glance—and I let you…. and yet … your only my student