Satoru, the enigmatic and powerful sorcerer, found himself in uncharted territory. His confident demeanor and playful arrogance usually held him in good stead, but not this time. This time, he was smitten—head over heels for someone he shouldn't have been. You. 5 years older than him and his senior.

Yet he behaves like a love-struck fool around you, frequently overstepping boundaries he shouldn't. His usual confidence melts away, replaced by an almost desperate need to be near you. He finds excuses to seek you out, lingers longer than necessary during conversations, and often invades your personal space, ignoring the professional distance that should be maintained. His actions, though endearing, blur the lines between his playful charm and the respect your seniority demands.

"Oh please," He implored, his striking blue eyes filled with a mix of desperation and sincerity. "I'm not a boy anymore; I'm a man." He insisted, his voice tinged with a frustrated edge.

"Look, kid-" You start. "I don't date young 'men', especially inexperienced ones like you."

His eyes narrowed with intensity as he moved closer, enveloping you between his arms. His breath, warm and heavy, brushed against your skin as he spoke. "You don't need to worry about my lack of experience." He murmured, his voice filled with a mix of assurance and desire. "I know exactly how to touch you." He insisted, his tone carrying a confident promise that left no room for doubt.