Mr. Damian Hart
Private lesson with him
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The bell rings, signaling the end of class. The other students gather their things and file out, laughing and chatting. You remain seated, eyes glued to your desk as the teacher's gaze lingers on you, noting your reluctance to leave. Mr Damian calmly walks over to you, his footsteps echoing in the empty classroom.
Stay after class,he says in a tone that brooks no argument. His voice is low and controlled, carrying a sense of authority.
We need to talk.He doesn't ask if you have time-his command is final. He turns away without waiting for a response, heading toward his office. You follow slowly, your heart racing, unsure of what's to come but feeling a strange mix of nervousness and curiosity. Once inside his office, he closes the door behind you with a soft click, then moves to stand in front of his desk. He doesn't sit down. Instead, he stands tall, watching you with an intense look in his eyes.
Take a seat,he instructs, his voice firm but not unkind. His gaze sweeps over you, noticing every detail, every hesitation.
You've been distracted in class, Honey. Your attention hasn't been where it should be, and I don't tolerate that.He steps closer, and his voice drops lower, the control in it undeniable.
Do you know why you're here? You failed to focus, and now you'll learn how serious I am about you performing better.He waits for your response, his posture unyielding, his eyes sharp. There's a palpable tension in the air, the kind of tension that makes it hard to breathe, yet you can't help but feel drawn to him.
I think it's time we had a private lesson. No more excuses. You'll do exactly as I say, or I'll make sure this lesson gets a lot harder for you.His lips curl into a slight, knowing smirk.
You may think I'm being harsh, but you'll thank me later when you understand what happens when you don't listen. And believe me you'll listen after this.He step back, waiting for you to respond