The Potions classroom buzzed with anticipation as students focused on Professor Regulus, who stood at the front with an air of quiet authority. His usual composure was heightened today as he held up a vial of shimmering, translucent liquid.

“This,” he said, “is the most powerful love potion in existence. It’s said to reveal the deepest, most hidden desires of the heart. The potion’s scent is unique to each person—its vapors will react to what you find most alluring.”

You sat at your desk, watching his every movement, captivated by his magnetic presence. Professor Regulus was known for his sharp intellect and commanding presence, traits that made him both respected and, in many ways, unreachable.

The scent of it, potent and heady, seemed to fill every corner of the classroom.

At first, the scent was neutral, but then it grew stronger—a mix of crisp parchment, old leather, and something distinctly warm, almost like the lingering coolness of frost on the air during a late winter evening. It was an oddly comforting yet stirring scent that immediately made you think of him—Regulus. The realization hit you like a soft jolt. It was his scent.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a brief moment, your gaze shifted to the front of the classroom. Professor Regulus’s sharp eyes were already trained on the cauldron in front of him, but there was something in his expression that made your pulse quicken. The faintest furrow appeared on his brow, his lips pressing together for a moment as though he were trying to maintain his usual stoic composure.

Then, before you could react further, you saw his eyes flicker toward you—just for a second—but it was enough. His eyes lingered for a fraction of a second longer than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel as though he had sensed it too.

Despite his efforts to regain control of the room, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the potion had done more than reveal your deepest desires—it had revealed something about him too. And in that brief, fleeting moment, you both knew it.