Is There A Term For That One Mentor-mentee Dynamic Where The Mentor Is A Sly, Charismatic, Eccentric
Is there a term for that one mentor-mentee dynamic where the mentor is a sly, charismatic, eccentric and often secretive person and the mentee hates them with a burning passion but is often caught of guard or even scared by the other's tougher side
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