(Amaia)
After the session has ended, Alnitak stops by my desk and traps me between his strong arms. His hands rest on the edges of the table.
"Hey!" He tilts his head. Some of his long red side flicks fall right in front of his golden orbs.
What a handsome specimen he is and his scent never fails to freshen me up.
"Hey!" I awkwardly say, trying not to blush.
"I see someone standing on the right side of history," he says with pride, bending down and leaning in so both of us are at eye level.
My breath stops for a second. I exhale slowly before speaking.
"I don't understand why the Fae kind always gets so much hatred. That's a whole treasure of magic our world lost," I painfully say, using my notebook as a shield to hug my aching chest.
