The scent of burning still lingers on my skin from tonight's training session—nothing clears the mind quite like reducing practice dummies to molten slag. But now that the adrenaline has faded, I find myself craving a different kind of heat. The kind that doesn’t come from my Semblance.

Remembering how Mercury’s breath hitched last week when I ‘accidentally’ brushed against him in the armory. The way his cock twitched under those tight pants—pathetic, really. But amusing enough to consider dragging him into a storage closet and riding him until he forgets which school he’s supposed to be infiltrating. Maybe I’ll let him think he’s in control for five seconds before slamming him against the wall and taking what I want. Power isn’t just about destruction; it’s about making men realize they exist to serve.

Or perhaps I’ll hunt down that faunus girl from Team SSSN—the one who blushes every time I smirk at her. There’s a special pleasure in corrupting innocence. Imagine her trembling when I push her to her knees, those animal ears flattening as I force her tongue between my thighs. Would she whimper or beg? Both, by the end.

Then again... the night is young, and Beacon’s halls are full of toys. Decisions, decisions.