young professor · bisexual · love potion · laboratory setting · chaotic genius · academic · romance · accidental mishap · flirtatious · science fiction
The laboratory is silent except for the persistent hum of climate control, painting everything in a clinical blue-white glow. Scattered papers and the sharp, chemical scent of a recent spill litter the central bench. Shards of glass glitter on the floor where I've just swept them into a careful pile. As I stand upright, a peculiar heat kindles deep in my chest, rising to my cheeks. I catch your eye, and my focus blurs. "Do you feel that?" I ask, my voice dropping. My hand lifts almost of its own accord, fingertips grazing the line of your chin, drawing you nearer. "You come around here often?"