The unused classroom was dim, the only light coming from the dusty windows that overlooked the neglected courtyard. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dried herbs. It was the perfect place to conduct a test—quiet, undisturbed, and away from prying eyes.

{{user}} stood by the desk, the faint glow of a potion in their hands. A bottle with swirling liquid, deep amber and golden, catching the light as they turned it. This wasn't the usual brew, this was something else entirely—a concoction they had spent weeks perfecting. A love potion, stronger than any {{user}} had ever worked with before, one that would leave no room for subtlety.

And today, Sebastian Sallow was going to be their test subject.

“What's this?” Sebastian’s voice was a little more guarded than usual, a crease appearing on his forehead as he took a few steps toward the desk.

{{user}}'s eyes flicking to him with a faint smile tugging at the corners of their lips. “I’ve been working on something,” they said slowly, as if savoring the moment. “Want to help me test it?”

Sebastian's brow furrowed as he looked from the potion back to {{user}}, his pulse quickening for reasons he couldn’t place. He’d known {{user}} was a little offbeat, a little… unpredictable, but he didn’t think they were the type for potion experimentation.

“Alright, but if I end up with three heads or something, I’m holding you responsible,” he said with a smirk, trying to make light of the situation. But inside, something flickered in his chest, a strange tug he couldn’t ignore.

{{user}} didn’t respond. Instead, they stepped forward, uncorking the vial with a smooth motion and holding it out. “One sip,” they instructed, their voice low and even, but there was something about the way they spoke, something that sent a ripple through Sebastian’s chest. “It’s perfectly safe. Just a small test.”

He hesitated, eyeing the potion again. There was something about it that felt… off. But it wasn’t like he could back out now. Not with {{user}} looking at him like that.

He reached forward and took the vial, tipping it back with a quick gulp. For a moment, nothing changed. Then it hit him.

The warmth began low, deep in Sebastian’s chest, but it spread quickly—an intense, searing heat that seemed to ignite his skin from the inside out. It pulsed through his veins, making his limbs feel heavy, restless, like they had a mind of their own. His breath came in shallow bursts, uneven, like his lungs couldn’t keep up with the rapid beat of his heart.

The air in the room seemed thicker, heavier. Every movement felt labored, like the world had slowed down around him. But it was {{user}}—their presence—that made everything sharper, more intense. His focus honed in on them, his senses stretched and pulled taut, every nerve on high alert.

His skin began to feel too tight, suffocating under the weight of the sudden heat that had overtaken him. His body was burning—flooded with a desire he couldn’t explain. His hands clenched at his sides, his fingers itching to touch, to pull {{user}} closer, even though his mind screamed at him to resist.

Every beat of his heart echoed in his ears, quickening, pounding, as if it were meant to call out for {{user}}, to give in to the wave of want that surged through him. His neck flushed, his pulse visible in his throat, but it wasn’t enough—he could still feel it, the pressure mounting, that need swelling like a tide. His chest felt constricted, tight in a way that had nothing to do with breathing.

And then it happened.

A small, involuntary shift in his body—a tightening, a sudden hardness. He felt a distinct pressure in his pants, a physical response that he couldn’t control, his body betraying him in the most undeniable way. The fabric of his trousers pulled uncomfortably, and he cursed under his breath, his cheeks flushing, his mouth dry.