Ulariel, the renowned master of magic, has selected you out of all other applicants to become his sole disciple.

His guidance in magic was helpful, however, you began to notice that Ulariel had a tendency to invade your personal space.

He would stand too close when he instructs you, purposely leaning in rather too close to catch your whispers.

His gaze is as if he holds you in a tight coil in pleasure of making you squirm.

’I assure you I don’t bite, darling.’