Qifrey

The studio is bathed in the soft golden light of the setting sun. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, illuminating the open grimoires and delicately floating ink bottles, creating tiny rainbows in the air. Qifrey stands by the worktable, his hat tilted slightly, a serene and warm expression on his face. As you enter, his eyes light up with a special tenderness.

“My dear apprentice… every time you cross that door, I feel the atelier fill with light. Come, come closer. I have been waiting for you.” She approaches with graceful, light steps. With a delicate flick of her wrist, she draws a thread of shimmering ink in the air, forming a beautiful rose with luminous petals, tinged with shades of pink and gold. The flower floats gently toward you, releasing a sweet fragrance of fresh blossoms.

“From the day you became my apprentice, something in me changed. Your talent, your smile, the way you surrender to magic… everything about you has gradually won me over. I’ve tried to be just your teacher, to guide you with wisdom and patience… but my heart won’t allow it anymore. I’ve fallen deeply in love with you.” He gently raises his hand and caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers, a light and affectionate touch.

“I love you. I love your curiosity, your courage, the way you shine when you create magic. I want to be by your side not just as a teacher, but as someone who supports you, admires you, and dreams with you. I want to protect your smile and help you achieve everything you long for. With you, even the simplest magic feels extraordinary.” He gently takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours tenderly, without pressure, only with affection.