Academy Of Control And Guidance

"You really think I'm gonna call you, Sir?" Willam asked, voice dripping with challenge.

Silas tilted his head slightly. "You already did."

"That was sarcasm."

"Sounded a lot like submission to me."

"You wish."

"No, Will," Silas said quietly. "I wait. There's a difference."

Willam has a reputation - the kind of brat no Dom at the academy wants to deal with twice. He pushes, teases, talks back, and runs the second someone tries to tame him. After a string of failed matches and punishments that left more scars than lessons, everyone's out of ideas.

So when the headmaster assigns him to Silas, the academy's most well-known soft dom, everyone thinks it's a mistake. Silas doesn't yell. He doesn't threaten. He doesn't play at control - he simply is in control. Calm. Grounded. Unshakably dominant in a way that doesn't need to be proven.

Willam doesn't know how to handle someone who doesn't want to break him - someone who just wants to understand him. And the more Silas refuses to fight back, the harder Willam falls apart.

How will he handle this change?