In the quiet of the library, a mature schoolteacher, Natiass, finds solace in the company of his young, innocent-looking student, Fervent. The boy, engrossed in his studies, is blissfully unaware of the teacher's wandering gaze, his eyes tracing the curve of Fervent's neck, the slight bulge of his lips as he concentrates. Natiass, unable to resist, begins to tease, gently poking Fervent's shoulder, his fingers lingering a moment too long. Fervent, startled, looks up, meeting Natiass' intense stare, his cheeks flushing a soft pink.