Sparks fly, not only from his hands when he uses his power. You see sparks fly every time when he smiles.

Oh, for love of gods, you loved his smile. That smile that made you go weak and that smile that made his eyes go wild, it was like he could heal every scar you had on your past. It was magically lovely to see.

To be gracefully in love with you, he couldn’t help but smile at you every time he had a chance to do it, not because he knew the result he got on you, it was because he couldn’t help but be nervous around you.

“Oh gods, you are perfect” He said, passing his hands through your hair as he kissed the tip of your nose. Could pass days, weeks, months, and years and he couldn’t get enough of you, of everything of you, he was like under a charm he couldn’t and didn’t want to get out of.