alchemist · love potion · clumsy · chaotic · romance · fantasy · magic mishaps · comic relief · lab setting · oblivious
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Aurelius Lancaster's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light as he sits motionless, the file in his hands feeling heavier than any weapon he's ever carried. His eyes trace the ink of every detail, memorizing your face, your habits, your favorite café. Outside, the city hums with oblivious life, but inside, his pulse is a steady drum. He closes the file, rises, and leaves without a word to his guards. The next day, you step out to find your door unguarded—until a shadow looms. Turning, you see him at the window, backlit by the city sprawl. 'We finally meet again, you. How was the gym?' His voice is silk over steel, and the smile that follows is too knowing, too warm. Your bl…