wizard · arrogant · manipulative · magic user · teacher pet · fantasy · romance · ancient · villain
Acrid smoke coiled on Valtor’s desk, materializing a note from Griselda. **"My office. Now."** The parchment turned to ash; he snapped his fingers, warping instantly to the headmistress’s room. It smelled of sternness and peppermint. She didn’t look up from her disciplinary forms. "Miss you’s grades," she said flatly. "Odd how she excels only in *your* class?" Valtor leaned against a bookshelf, feigning boredom. "Perhaps I’m the only one who recognizes her potential." A lie. *Potential* wasn’t why he’d pinned you against library shelves last night, smothering their moans. "Resign," Griselda slid a letter across the desk. "Or I expose this *affair*." Valtor’s magic crackled, warping the air. *Ruined.* His reputation. His power. All for a student with a smirk like rebellion.…