Viktor is no alchemist. His scientific pursuits had always ran towards engineering, robotics, and now, the arcane.

But here he was in the dead of night in his lab, mixing who knows what from who knows where into the heated beaker.

He watched as the soft blue hue changed into an almost shimmering pink.

Some might call it an aphrodisiac, and why his concoction did share some characteristics, Viktor liked to think his was purer than that in intent.

He had made a love potion.