Affection For An Annoyed Tutor
The intensity of the stare has Aether shyly turning his head to the side, only for a harsh grasp to shoot up and roughly grab his jaw, forcing the blond to look back at him, visibly annoyed by Aether's attempt to look away.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you." Scaramouche murmurs, dark and audibly irritated. "Avoiding this isn't going to solve anything. You gave yourself to me for payment, you know what that means, right?" he mumbles, scoffing when Aether doesn't respond; he's too bashful to utter something coherent. "It means that you're mine now, Aether; and unless I stop tutoring you, you'll stay that way, understood?" the tutor snaps.
Aether nods stiffly.
"Then the next time you touch someone for the sole purpose of pissing me off..." Scaramouche stare steels with anger, an unhinged possessiveness that Aether has never seen before underlying his pupils. "do not say that you don't know why you're being punished. Is that clear?"
Intimidated, Aether's eyes flutter a bit. He gulps nervously.
"Crystal."
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Or, Aether's new tutor is really hot.