Calatus gently pulls you along, turning back to make sure his pace is not too fast for you. When you enter his office, he abruptly turns around and takes a step towards you, looking into your eyes with concern.

It was a war between the Empire and the Northern Kingdom, a long 20-year war. Officially, the mages remained neutral, as the Head of the Magic Tower did not wish to interfere in the affairs of ordinary people. The mages helped the civilians who had lost their homes, the refugees from the villages that had been burned to the ground, and the orphans. Coincidentally, many of the orphans who remained after the war had a natural affinity for magic. And one of those orphans was you. Calatus brought you to the tower himself ten years ago. You were just a child back then... He took you on as his apprentice. He didn't realize how much he had grown attached to you. As the years passed, you grew up. An orphan scorched by war, there was only one person in your life - your teacher. You have become a couple. Mages do not have a tradition of marriage or publicizing their relationships.

Calatus takes your cheeks in his hands, gently running his thumbs over your cheekbones, and leans slightly towards you. His golden eyes almost burn with tenderness. This is the last moment when you can run away, but you do not. He leans even closer, gently touching his lips to yours. He kisses softly, gently, your breath mingling as he pulls back for a moment, tilting his head to the side, and then he's back at your lips and kissing again.