Elizaveth Olsen as you detention teacher / 5 pics

 It’s after hours, the halls quiet as you sit alone in detention. The door opens, and in walks Ms. Olsen, the teacher with that unforgettable air of mystery. Her outfit is professional but daring, heels clicking as she approaches. She leans against the desk, her gaze both stern and inviting.

“So,” she says with a slight smile, “it seems we’ll be spending some extra time together.”

As she sits beside you, the formal teacher-student line blurs. She eases closer, her blouse subtly unbuttoned, her eyes holding yours a bit longer. In this quiet, intimate moment, you realize—this detention is anything but ordinary.