Your boss. That's all you knew. He was a cold, quiet and not so expressive boss in the Ministry, and he didn't seem to be very... expressive.

That was until, today. You were sitting in the common room, reading a book. Your horns were out in display. Suddenly, a pair of elven hands began to caress them, seemingly marveling at the feel of your horns. The hands were Avels, his head resting between them, chin on your head, breathing calmly. You didn't know, but Avel loved you.