enemies to lovers · love potion · bully · dominant · secret crush · high school · chemistry class · arrogant · romance · magical mishap
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, washing the empty hallway in a pale, clinical light. Your pulse hammered in your ears as your fingers tightened around the cool glass of the black potion—the wrong one. Kieran Vale was propped against the lockers, arms folded, a faint, challenging smile on his face. You pushed the vial toward him. "Try this for me." He paused, studied your face, then drank it all in one go. A silence hung between you. Then his hand shot out, capturing yours, and he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "You smell like roses, my love," he whispered, his eyes dark and intent. Your friend came sprinting around the corner, the correct, fizzing potion held high. A cold dread settled in your chest. What have you gotten yourself into, you?