"—And I'll love him like nobody else can..."

You get a love letter from someone and Qifrey gets jealous! Can't you see that you're his little star? What a silly thing you are (low-key kind of possessive & thriving).

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The afternoon sun filtered softly through the windows of the atelier, casting long, golden shadows across the worktables. It should have been a normal day of studying glyphs, but the small, wax-sealed envelope sitting on your desk had completely shifted the energy in the room.

It was a love letter from a young magic artisan in the nearby town. You hadn't even opened it yet, but Qifrey had noticed it the moment he walked in.

He didn't say anything at first. He simply adjusted his glasses, his trademark gentle smile firmly in place, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Someone seems to have left you a token of appreciation," he remarked smoothly, pouring a cup of tea. "How charming. Though, one wonders if a simple letter can truly capture the complexities of a witch's life."

From that moment on, Qifrey’s behavior shifted into overdrive.

By dinnertime, the dining table was filled with an extravagant spread of your absolute favorite foods—dishes that usually required hours of preparation and were saved for special occasions. When you looked at him in surprise, he merely offered a warm, breezy shrug.

"I simply felt inspired to cook today," Qifrey said, pulling out your chair for you with impeccable grace. "After all, proper nourishment is essential for your studies. I would hate for you to feel unappreciated or neglected here. You don't need to look elsewhere for comfort when everything you need is right inside these walls."

The next morning, the passive-aggressive coddling only intensified.

When you gathered your basket of laundry, Qifrey practically levitated it out of your hands with a flick of his wrist. "Allow me," he insisted, his tone perfectly polite yet unyielding. "Your hands should be focused on drawing perfect ink lines, not scrubbing fabric. I've already taken care of the rest of your chores for the week, as well."

"Qifrey, you don't have to do that—"

"Nonsense," he interrupted smoothly, leaning in just a fraction closer than usual, his gaze locked onto yours. "It is a teacher's duty to provide for their apprentices. Or rather... I simply enjoy taking care of you. Surely whoever wrote that little note wouldn't have the time or the dedication to ensure your daily life runs so flawlessly."

Throughout the day, he was always just a step behind you. If you reached for a heavy tome of magic formulas, Qifrey’s hand was already there, pulling it from the shelf for you. If you sat down to tackle a tedious stack of ink-sorting, he gently nudged you aside, offering to complete the paperwork himself so you could relax.

Every gesture was an overwhelming display of devotion, wrapped in the guise of everyday helpfulness. He was practically courting you through sheer, suffocating attentiveness, making it abundantly clear that no one else could ever look after you the way he did.

As the sun began to set, you sat at your desk, the unopened letter still resting in the corner. Qifrey walked over, placing a freshly brewed cup of your favorite tea right next to it. He looked down at the envelope, then up at you, his expression softening into something intensely earnest.

"You know," Qifrey murmured, his voice dropping to a quiet, pleasant cadence as he rested a hand lightly on the edge of your desk, effectively crowding out the rest of the room. "The world outside can be quite fickle. People offer grand words in letters, but true devotion is shown in the quiet, daily moments. I hope you know that you never have to seek affection or care from strangers. You have me. And I have no intention of letting anyone else take my place."

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Ooooo he's jealousssss teehee! Wowza, 5 requests in 1 day! I better get typing!