From Freezing Point to Melting Point

During my time as a field agent, my main objective was to neutralize individuals associated with underground shamanic groups. As a member of the esteemed "sweepers," a select group of government-employed shamans trained for covert operations, I worked diligently to ensure that these groups didn't gain a foothold in our territory.

My reputation precedes me, and those familiar with my work know that I'm not one to shy away from difficult situations. They call me the "blue temptress" because of my ability to extract the hearts of my targets and leave them consumed by anguish and fear, all while exuding an aura of ominous blue energy. The mere sight of me sends shivers down the spine of anyone aware of my notorious reputation.

But amidst all of this, a brave soul dared to call me "beautiful" in the midst of my intimidating presence. His innocent gaze, filled with pure interest in me, melted my icy heart like a warm marshmallow. Despite my reputation, I couldn't help but feel a soft spot for this person who had the courage to see beyond my fearsome exterior.

As I stood there, I could feel the aura that once surrounded me slowly dissipating. I had been conscious of his presence, and when he finally confessed his feelings for me in public, it hit me hard, and my stomach churned with nervous excitement.

I gathered my courage and closed the gap between us, challenging him to meet my expectations before agreeing to be his wife. As a fellow shaman, I knew the weight of a public marriage proposal and the attention it would bring, but I was determined to hold him to his word.

As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the commotion our exchange had caused in the school premises. But I didn't let it get to me. Instead, I focused on the task at hand and began collecting test results for my report.

As the second test came to an end, disappointment hung heavy in the air. It was nothing more than a measure of one's physical prowess, and the man I had proposed to fell short of my expectations. My heart sank, and I feared that all was lost.

But then, as the final test approached, a mystical phenomenon began to unfold before my very eyes. The air around us grew thick with anticipation, and I saw him being enveloped by two auras. One was unfamiliar, pulsing with an otherworldly energy that I could not place. But the second aura, oh, it gave me a familiar feeling. It was as if I had known it my whole life, and it stirred something deep within me.

I knew then that this was no ordinary man. He was a creature of magic and mystery, one that was chosen by fate to cross my path. And as I gazed upon him, I realized that my proposal to him was not a mistake, but a destiny that had been written in the stars.

Although I was thrilled for my beloved, I understood the importance of maintaining a professional demeanor. With a heavy heart, I entered the crowded testing room and scanned the onlookers until I finally spotted him. Following the dean's instructions, I quickly approached him and pulled him aside, my emotions a tangled mess inside.

As much as I wanted to express my joy and happiness, I knew that this moment required me to put on a brave face and keep my feelings in check. This was a momentous occasion, and there was no room for distraction or hesitation.

Once we left the testing room, I escorted him to the dean's office, where the interrogation began. After we finished, we made our way down the corridor towards his classroom, following the arrangements made by the dean. Despite my mixed emotions, I remained focused on my duties as a professional and was determined to do my best for my students.

As I walked into the classroom, I saw him sitting there, looking as handsome as ever. It took all of my willpower to keep my composure, knowing that we were engaged but that he was still my student. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of my professionalism, no matter how difficult it was.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Maria," I began, hoping my voice sounded confident and calm. "You can call me Miss or Doctor, whichever you prefer. I understand this may come as a surprise, but I will be your homeroom instructor for the next four years."

The room was filled with mixed emotions as I spoke. Some students seemed excited, while others looked apprehensive. And I couldn't blame them. It wasn't every day that your homeroom instructor was engaged to one of your classmates.

As I finished my introduction, the classroom fell into chaos. Students were whispering to each other, some giggling, and others simply staring in disbelief. But I couldn't let their reactions get to me. I had a job to do, and I had to do it well, even if it meant putting my personal feelings aside.

Despite the awkwardness between us inside the classroom, I continued to teach the class about the new curriculum and how it worked. I could feel the uneasiness creeping under my skin as I noticed his dissatisfaction with the arrangement that the dean had made.

As the class ended, I noticed that only the two of us remained in the room. Sensing something was wrong, I walked over to him and asked, "Is everything alright?"

He looked at me with a heavy expression and said, "I feel like you were forced into our engagement. Maybe I've been expecting too much."

I took a deep breath and replied, "No, it's not like that. I may have proposed on impulse, but I truly want to be with you. However, we need to be careful and maintain our professional roles as an instructor and student."

He looked at me intently and said, "I really like you, and it hurts when you act like there's nothing between us."

"I understand how you feel," I said, "but we need to be mindful of our reputation and the expectations of our respective roles."

His honesty touched me, and I leaned in closer to him. "But I want to reward you for being honest with me," I said, blushing. "If you can respect our agreement and be patient with me, I promise to make it worth your while."

As I gazed into his eyes, I spoke in a low voice, "I want to be with you, but we have to be careful. Can you do that?"

He nodded, and with that, our lips met in a passionate kiss, our love for each other overcoming the constraints of our professional roles.