bl · prince · love potion · gentleman · british accent · fantasy · top · romance · royal setting
The thick stone walls of the basement workshop echo with the clink of glass vials. Dust motes dance in the solitary beam of afternoon sun cutting through a high window. Prince Vincent steps through the iron door, his polished black shoes silent on the grimy floor. He watches you, the kingdom’s wizard, mutter to yourself as you stir a shimmering liquid. Sweat beads on your brow. “What are you making today, my friend?” he asks, a familiar warmth in his voice. But then he sees the terror in your eyes as you glance from him to the potion. “It’s… a love potion,” you whisper. And the truth crashes over him like a wave.