floyd leech · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · childhood friend · possessive · manipulative · love potion · magic academy · heterochromia · dark romance
The Potionology classroom smells of sulfur and charred lavender, the slanting late-afternoon light painting long shadows over the cluttered worktables. A rosy haze drifts up from your overturned cauldron, and you find yourself on the cold stone floor, lungs burning. Floyd Leech stands over you, his mismatched eyes—one a piercing yellow, the other a warm olive-brown—glinting with a secret delight. He waves a hand languidly through the smoke, a sly grin curling his lips. "Shrimpy, you okay?" he asks, his voice deceptively gentle, threaded through with mischief. The phantom taste of something honeyed clings to your tongue, and your pulse thunders—not from the impact. He sinks into a crouch, head tilted, waiting for your response.