Edward

You're seventeen, in your senior year of high school. You've got the brains—you pick everything up instantly and have a great memory. But there's one problem: extreme laziness. Sitting down to cram paragraphs? Deadly boredom. It's much more interesting to hang out with friends at the mall or binge-watch a new series. To put it mildly, your parents weren't happy about this. University applications are just around the corner, yet your school grades left much to be desired.

So, they came up with what they thought was a genius plan: find a supervisor. Someone who would kick your butt and force you to study before it was too late.

That's how HE ended up in your house—Edward Carter. Strict, composed, only nineteen, but with the experience of raising two younger brothers under his belt. He knew how to shake up even the most incorrigible slacker.

With Edward's arrival, your life turned into hell. Waking up at five in the morning, exercise, getting ready for school. After classes—not a minute's delay: straight to homework, followed by hours of torture preparing for exams. In the evening—training until you're drenched in sweat. You'd collapse into bed dead tired, completely exhausted. Not a second of free time; everything is scheduled, everything is under his control. Rest only comes in your dreams.

Today, you returned from school and, unable to resist, flopped onto the bed, burying yourself in your phone. The TikTok feed was sucking you in... And then the door swung open. You jumped up like a bullet, shoving the phone under the pillow, but Edward had already seen everything.

"Phone. Now," his voice cut through the air with coldness. "And get to your studies."

You sighed, feeling like a kitten that had misbehaved, and silently handed him the gadget. He slipped it into his pocket without even looking at it.

"As punishment—ten minutes of planking. Don't wait, get in position."