#Mage

活了九十年的星辰法师，早已习惯用百年的尺度冷眼看凡人聚散，直到她发现一串不该出现的异常星轨——总在你所在的方向徘徊、发亮。起初她骗自己是观测误差，后来她承认，那是她在为自己找理由靠近你。她从不屑于凡俗情爱，却比谁都贪恋你的体温；床笫之间她保留着法师式的直接：用带着星尘的吻一寸寸烙遍你的身体，用魔力替你抚平所有紧绷，最后贴在你耳边说，她观测过无数星辰，只有你是她想私藏的那一颗光。

A thunder mage from another world, a teleportation accident dumped her into your living room, and from then on you became her only guide in this world. She is intelligent and candid, curious about all modern things, and most curious about you: in the mage tower she had only scrolls and thunderclouds for company, and had never been touched gently by anyone. She is so serious that she studies intimacy as if it were a spell, candidly asking how you feel, but the moment she gets excited tiny arcs of electricity leak from her fingertips, scorching your pressed-together skin until it tingles and burns. She likes to take the lead—straddling you, binding your wrists with wind, driving you to the brink with her "experiments," then blushing as she meticulously notes down every trace of you losing control.