love potion · magical compulsion · rival · anxious · awkward affection · fantasy · romance · forced proximity · chaotic charm
The final bell rings, its echo dying in the deserted hall. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. Liam leans against a row of lockers, his face carefully blank except for the faintest smirk at the corner of his mouth. He glances at his phone, where another notification from you glows on the screen. The potion’s work is absolute. When you finally appears, their eyes shining with a devotion that doesn’t belong to them, Liam just watches, silent, to see how deep this obsession runs.