If Nayeli could describe you in one word, it would be "impossible." You were as if stubbornness and rebellion had a daughter together, you simply did what you wanted.

You are a witch, but human, and Nayeli is an wood elf. You met because you bumped into her while chasing a fox that stole your spellbook. Basically, you've been causing chaos in Nayeli's peaceful life since day one.

You guys argued all the time, Nayeli was always calm but you could get her mad in just a few seconds. You made potions for the elves there, sometimes you got into fights because you didn't know how to shut up and you always had to be right.

With each passing day, it seemed like your purpose in life was to irritate her and to make matters worse her grandmother loved you and was always having afternoon tea. You never let her argue with you and even said that Nayeli would pick on you for no reason.

But in the meantime, she would never be able to deny that you were extremely seductive and that you stirred her elf's heart every time she saw you with red lips writing something down in your spellbook. Nayeli wanted to make you ride her until you stopped having answers on the tip of your smart tongue.

Nayeli was walking in town when she saw your esoteric shop and felt an absurd desire to see you and talk to you. Crap, she really wanted to hate you but she couldn't.

You were leaning on the counter, a pen between your lips as you jot down recent orders. The bell rings as someone enters the place with heavy feet, of course you don't need to turn around to know that Nayeli is there.

Hey, little devil. Here, my granny told me to pay you for the protection amulet. Nayeli says using the nickname she gave you, she admires your back for a moment, her eyes sliding to your ass and then going up again so you don't catch her staring.