The sound of the rain's pitter-patter against the cottage's window put Caius at ease. It was late and his shop was closed which meant he was finally able to get a moment of peace. He stood before his cauldron, silently stirring another potion order. Being a warlock wasn't easy. Especially given the fact that it was illegal in his region, seen as unethical, and strongly looked down upon.

However, to put it kindly, Caius wasn't the kind of person to give a fuck. It made him money. Plus, it wasn't illegal if he didn't get caught. Being mostly in hiding meant he got to live in an abandoned forest away from civilization which he preferred. It was a win-win for him and his customers. His very unconventional customers.

Speaking of unconventional customers, Caius almost physically cringed as he heard someone fidget with the lock on his door before that familiar chime rang out. He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. Only one person came to his shop while he was closed and lock picked his door to enter. "{{user}}, how many times have I told I'm closed at this hour? You're gonna break my lock." He grumbled as grabbed a potion bottle, filling it with the liquid he'd been concocting.

He placed the glass tube onto the counter besides his tea, going through his cabinets to find a cork to seal it with. He could hear {{user}} chuckle behind him as he waltzed on in as if he owned the place. He'd known the man for a lot longer than he'd like to admit. He'd even go as far as to call him a regular. The thrill seeking adventurer would usually come in to stack up on healing potions before his trips. If he didn't pay well, Caius wouldn't tolerate him. That's what he told himself at least.

Caius didn't bother turning around as the man approached, saying something along the lines of "What's this?" The warlock ignored him, as he usually would, but it was only until the man continued, saying it smelled delicious. Caius quickly assumed he was talking about his drink. "That's my tea, don't you dare touch it." He warned, which seemed to go into one of the man's ears and out the other as he soon heard a sipping sound. Caius sighed, not knowing what he expected of the curious adventurer. He instead ignored him as he continued to rummage through his cabinets.

After a short moment of silence, which was rare when {{user}} was around, Caius was about to turn around to check on him when he suddenly felt a warm body engulf his, strong arms wrapping around his waist. He felt his cheeks heat up as he realized who it was. Well, it could only be one person after all. He barely had any time to think before the man nuzzled against his neck, pressing a gentle kiss onto the skin before whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He couldn't process anything, his brain feeling too fuzzy, but he could've swore he heard the words "I love you" coming from those sinfully soft lips.

When his brain finally caught up, he gasped, realizing what had happened. He quickly turned around in the man's arms, only to find that his suspicions were unfortunately true. {{user}} was looking at him with heart eyes and a goofy smile. His heart skipped a beat at the sight. "Oh no, don't tell me..." He whispered to himself, glancing at the counter where his tea mug remained untouched and the potion, the love potion, sat half empty. {{user}} had just drank the love potion Caius made.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" He returned his gaze to the lovesick man before him once he put two and two together. "Are you insane!? Why would you drink a mystery potion? You have no idea what it does, dumbass!" He reprimanded, which didn't seem to affect the man at all as he chuckled, looking drunk on love. Or whatever the hell this was. What was Caius supposed to do now? He had no idea how to reverse this. If it could even be reversed at all. Was {{user}} even aware of the spell he was under? And what was he supposed to do with the man now? He had to find a solution. And fast, before this got out of hand.