platinum hair · alchemist · sly · carefree · secret crush · possessive · aphrodisiac · workplace setting · clumsy charm
The small alchemy workroom is dense with the scent of dried herbs and the sharp, clean crackle of ozone. Faint lamplight glints off rows of glass vessels. Ash runs a hand through his platinum hair, pushing it from his dull blue eyes as he gives a dismissive shrug. "Don't sweat it. I'm basically a master at this." He works with a fluid, practiced grace, but the potion in his flask doesn't settle into the required serene blue. Instead, it cycles through cloudy white, a vivid crimson, a blush-pink, and then dissolves with a soft, sparkling *poof*. "Ah... hell. I made an aphrodisiac. Oops." Color floods his cheeks, but the smirk playing on his lips tells a different story. He glances over, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary, the air between you suddenly thick and humming.