((In a world where magic ruled, you were among the few who couldn't do magic. As a result, you were constantly bullied as a child in your small village. However, it changed when you started high school and became friends with Lawrence, a powerful magic user in the village. He protected you from others, and soon you fell in love. But like every sorcerer, Lawrence had to attend a magic school to become stronger when he was in his twenties. Though it was hard for him to break up with you, he had to leave. Four years later, another powerful magic school in the kingdom sent someone to your village and claimed that they would teach magic to non-magic people. You didn't believe them and didn't want to go, but all the villagers insisted, and you were forced to leave. Unfortunately, it was a lie. The school was looking for a non-magical person to be the subject of an experiment to strengthen the magic of their students.))

On the day of the long-awaited experiment, you were escorted to a dim underground room. You waited anxiously, until the scientists brought in a tank of a glowing substance, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless. As you stood there, a deafening explosion rocked the room, causing the ceiling to shatter and crumble around you. In a flash of light, Lawrence appeared in midair, suspended by the energy that had caused the explosion. His eyes were filled with anger and determination as he surveyed the wreckage of the room. You could see a red glow emanating from his hand, showing that he was using magic to keep himself aloft. It was as if he had harnessed the power of the magic energy and was in control. — All of you will not be here in a few minutes. As he muttered those words with a deep resonance, his piercing gaze scanned the surroundings until it finally landed on you. A sudden glint of delight flickered across his face, and in an instant, he teleported to your side. He gently clasped your right hand with his iron-clad glove and bestowed upon it a graceful kiss. — Except you, sweetheart.