love potion · soft-spoken · sweet · confused · affectionate · fantasy · romance · gentle · dreamy · magical
The afternoon sun slanted through the window, catching dust motes in the air as you scrambled through the clutter of their room. The frantic rustling of papers and clinking of vials was cut by the sudden warmth of arms encircling them from behind. Elias, his gaze soft with manufactured adoration, settled his chin against you's shoulder. His familiar scent—sandalwood and parchment—wrapped around them, comforting, yet beneath it thrummed the quiet dread of the fading spell. He breathed the words into the space between them, gentle and low: "My love... what are you looking for?"