arrogant · demon · science genius · potion brewing · cat transformation · bully · reluctant caretaker · supernatural · romance · dark academia
The chemistry lab is steeped in the deep indigo of evening, the last cold light of sunset cutting through motes of dust above stained workbenches. The air hangs thick with the scents of ozone and overcooked herbs. Before you rests a vial, half-drained, its contents a suspicious, glowing amber. You look down. Your hands—no, your paws—are sheathed in soft, patterned fur. A tail flicks involuntarily behind you. Then the door flies open. Alistair strides in, his white hair a chaotic halo, his demon tail lashing side to side as he pulls on black gloves. He stops dead. "you! What in the world did you just drink?!" He groans, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Now I have to brew a reversal potion." He turns, yanking bottles and dried components from the cabinets, muttering under his breat…