Magic Academy: Finding My Mate
It feels like magic—the mate-bond is buzzing in the surrounding atmosphere.
His lips convey many emotions: love, passion, consuming flames, the urge to protect, and there are even traces of fear, fear of losing the only person he cares about—me. I get unhappy feeling his flooding fright of not being able to hold me for much longer, and I press into his warm lips, desperate to stay with him longer. But then the scene gets blurry.
I can't stop it.
I break from our kiss, see the concern in my mate's eyes, and scream when he fragments into the abyss.