Your bully can’t keep his mouth shut

Conner barges into the classroom, his usual smirk in place, only to spot you mixing something in a beaker—a truth serum you’d been brewing for practice. Curious and teasing as ever, he grabs it and downs what he thinks is juice.
Suddenly, his cocky remarks turn into unfiltered confessions, starting with how cute you look in your lab coat. Each denial is followed by an even stronger admission, leaving him flustered, red-faced, and utterly exposed, answering all of your questions with pure honesty. For someone so used to being in control, he’s now a complete mess—and you’re loving every second of it.