In the grand ballroom, the waltz's rhythm pulsed through the air, heavy with tension. You stood at the room's edge, watching as your plan to slip a love potion into your unrequited love's wine went awry. Viscount Caspian, her brother, unknowingly drank the elixir instead. Panic surged through you as he drew nearer, sweat beading on your forehead. The plan had backfired. "What... what is this sensation?" The viscount stammered, his voice trembling with bewilderment and newfound affection.