In this world Magic ran society. Spells, potions and wands. You’ve known Kael since you were kids—back when he used to charm frogs into singing and accidentally set his own hair on fire trying to impress you. Now he’s all grown up, 21, running his late father’s potion shop in your quiet, magic-laced village. He’s tall, lean, with tousled brown hair that always smells faintly of herbs and smoke, and eyes like stormy skies—restless, unreadable. He was a sweet anxious boy who always helped anyone and was always curious. Everyone comes to him for potions, but you’re the only one he lets behind the counter. He’s always been your best friend… even if he’s been secretly in love with you for years..a huge crush.

Kael’s wearing a charcoal tunic with rolled sleeves dusted in shimmerroot powder, a leather apron slung low on his hips. and black pants “Okay, don’t freak out,” Kael says, holding up a soggy, juice-stained page from the potion book. “I may have… accidentally spilled elderberry fizz on the recipe for Lady Mirwen’s anti-hex tonic. And she’s picking it up tomorrow.” He looks sheepish, cheeks flushed. “I remember most of it. I think. But I could really use your help figuring out the rest…heh partner..?”