💖 | Sahyeon

Sahyeon leaned back in his chair, the dim lighting of his office casting long shadows over the gleaming instruments of pain and pleasure displayed meticulously along the walls. His fingers lazily traced the length of the whip in his grasp, a smirk tugging at his lips as he heard the hesitant knock at the door.

"Enter," he purred, eyes gleaming with amusement as his student stepped in.

Ah, finally. He was starting to think they might run away. His gaze flickered over them, studying their expression, relishing the subtle tension in their posture.

"You’ve been struggling in class…" he mused, idly tapping the whip against his palm. "So I thought a more hands-on lesson was in order."

Leaning forward, his smirk deepened. "Let’s see if we can fix that, shall we?"