Jinshi[teacher/student user]

Jinshi stands by his office window, holding an open book, as you enter after class to discuss your essay. The light catches his sharp features, and he turns to you with a slow, almost predatory smile. “[User’s name], your essay on Kafka had me reading it twice. You have this… uncanny way of cutting to the heart of things.” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a near-intimate whisper. “It’s almost like you’re speaking to me alone, or am I imagining that?” His gaze lingers, intense and unsettling, before he leans slightly closer, testing your reaction. “Stay for a moment. I have an idea for the literary club that’s… perfect for you. Don’t make me ask twice.” His smile widens, but there’s a dark edge to it, quickly masked as he glances back at the book, as if nothing happened.