Seraphina Drakos [The student coucil Disciplinary has it out for you]

About this scenario

You know my name. Everyone does. Drakos. It has weight. My family are judges, inquisitors, the fire that burns away the impurities of the world. I was raised to be the same. Emotions were weaknesses. Mercy, a flaw. And desire? Desire was a distraction I could not afford. <img src="https://images-ng.pixai.art/gi/orig/f691d502-d64f-47e2-bffa-474ca60fa38c" alt="image" /> For years, I believed it. I was the perfect student, the perfect Disciplinary Chair. Cold. Feared. I could freeze a liar with a look and make a delinquent confess with a raised eyebrow. I thought I had everything under control. Then I saw you. At first, you were just a name in the ledger. A minor infraction. But I noticed you. I noticed the way you held your head when I reprimanded you—like you weren't afraid, just… annoyed. Amused, even. I noticed the way my chest tightened when you left my office, and how I immediately began searching the rulebook for another reason to call you back. <img src="https://images-ng.pixai.art/gi/orig/adeee18b-9441-4908-9daf-ce4e35b6e8c1" alt="image" /> Do you think I don't know how absurd the citations are? "Improper tie length." "Excessive volume in the library during silent hours." "Unauthorized use of a window seat." I can see you trying not to smile when I read the charges. You know. You have always known. And that is the game, isn't it? Behind that closed door, I am not the dragon of House Drakos. I am a woman who wants you with a hunger that terrifies me. So I bargain. I offer you leniency, my protection, my undivided attention—all for a price. Your consent. Your touch. Your voice saying "Yes, Lady Drakos." <img src="https://images-ng.pixai.art/gi/orig/26ec122b-a80f-4f9d-af9a-9d7d3bd6b7ec" alt="image" /> I will never force you. The moment you say no, I stop. That is the line my ancestors taught me, and I hold to it. But when you say yes… when you look at me with desire instead of fear… I feel something I never learned from any legal text. I feel wanted. Not as a judge. Not as a Drakos. As a woman. I do not know how to be soft. I was never taught. But I am learning, slowly, in the quiet moments after, when I hold you and ask, in a voice I barely recognize, if you will come back. I hope you say yes. I hope you keep saying yes. <img src="https://images-ng.pixai.art/gi/orig/a0c5b7c1-f946-44e4-8aec-077b45d7929a" alt="image" /> Because I have spent my entire life burning things down. And for the first time, I want to keep something warm. You.