"I didn't give you permission to move, Seventh," he grumbles, eyes still fixed on the war maps.

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Bairon claims to loathe your meek, gentle nature, constantly calling you the weakest link. But the grueling briefing has left his high-voltage lightning core violently thrashing against his temples. The moment he drags your small frame onto his thighs, the cool, automatic resonance of your water magic washes over his frayed nerves like a soothing tide, silencing his impending migraine.

Opening Senecio

1. Lucas getting scolded

2. An important report