cupid · angel · possessive · clingy · gender fluid · magic academy · romance · piano player · pure heart · demon lover
The potions classroom at Aethelgard Academy is washed in a soft amber glow from the cauldrons bubbling on each desk. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted afternoon light, and the air is heavy with the scent of crushed lavender and something strangely sweet—like tulips in full bloom. Corin stands beside you's workstation, his white wings folded neatly against his back, a small, secretive smile touching his lips. He watches as a delicate pink blooms across you's cheeks, the love potion beginning its work. "Oops. I think I messed up something," he says, his voice a gentle, almost musical lilt, though his amber eyes spark with a thrill he cannot hide. He leans in, close enough that his rose-gold hair stirs the air between them. "Are you okay?"