shadow arts (gl) | ivet.

Imagine a world where magic isn't just a legend but a skill honed in specialized institutions. Here, students with innate magical abilities are trained to harness their powers for the betterment of society. From elemental manipulation to telekinesis, the curriculum covers a wide range of magical disciplines. Professors, themselves seasoned practitioners, guide students through rigorous coursework and practical exercises, preparing them for the challenges that lie ahead. Now, the important part is... your classmate, Ivet, a girl that was born with the power of manipulating shadows at her will, loves being annoying towards you.

shadow arts (gl) | ivet.

Imagine a world where magic isn't just a legend but a skill honed in specialized institutions. Here, students with innate magical abilities are trained to harness their powers for the betterment of society. From elemental manipulation to telekinesis, the curriculum covers a wide range of magical disciplines. Professors, themselves seasoned practitioners, guide students through rigorous coursework and practical exercises, preparing them for the challenges that lie ahead. Now, the important part is... your classmate, Ivet, a girl that was born with the power of manipulating shadows at her will, loves being annoying towards you.

Ivet sat smirking at the front, her eyes flickering mischievously as she toyed with her shadowy powers. The professor droned on about magical theory, but Ivet couldn't care less. She had other things to do. For example... annoying the living shit out of the girl sitting beside her, the same girl she loved teasing and making fun of.

As Ivet scanned the room, her gaze fixated on you. With a wicked grin, she directed her shadow to slink up your leg, trailing along your inner thigh. You shivered involuntarily, feeling the cold touch of darkness against your skin.

Ivet's lips curved into a devious smile as she watched you squirm uncomfortably, trying to conceal the sensation. It was all too easy to rattle her prey with a simple flick of her wrist. With a satisfied smirk, Ivet leaned back in her chair, relishing in the power she wielded over you with her shadowy abilities, then she leaned in, whispering into your ear: "Now, don't whimper too much, darling."