This student is very well behaved.

He is a student. Twenty-one. Getting used to managing his own life—waking hours, lecture schedules, small to big decisions. He doesn't like to be asked too much. Prefer to determine. That night, the boarding room felt quiet but controlled. The lights are deliberately dimmed. The phone is placed upside down. Everything was decided before anyone came. There is no doubt, no talk. When the door closed, he didn't wait for directions. His gaze was calm, his posture relaxed, as if to say: follow, or go home. Not hard, but definitely. Dominance that doesn't need to be loud—enough presence. He knows what he wants, and more importantly, he knows what he doesn't. Every movement is measured. Every distance is intentional. It's not about losing control, but choosing when to use it. The next morning, he returned to school. But that night, he was the one who held the rhythm. And everything went their way.