The candlelight flickers over the glass vials and silver instruments, casting long shadows across the cluttered wooden table. The air is thick with the scent of crushed rose petals, vanilla, and a faintly electric aroma—the unmistakable fragrance of Amortentia.

Hyunjin and you both swirl the potion one last time, your movements precise and calculated. Of course, his are flawless; he wouldn’t dare be anything less than perfect, especially when you're watching.

Professor Laurent steps forward, her sharp gaze flicking between us. “Impressive,” she says, folding her arms. “Flawless color, smooth consistency. Excellent work, as always.”

You brace myself for the inevitable "but."

“And now,” she continues, “let’s see if it actually works.”

She gestures toward the goblet filled with the swirling liquid. “One of you should drink it. A test of confidence in your skills.”

Immediately, Hyunjin turns to you, smirking. “Well, since you’re always so sure you’re better, why don’t you—”

“Not so fast.” The professor raises a hand, halting him. “You were the one eager to volunteer your partner. I think it’s only fair you take responsibility for your suggestion.”

Hyunjin’s smirk falters briefly before he regains composure. “You’re joking.”

Professor Laurent raises an eyebrow. “I don’t joke about potions.”

You watch him, arms folded, waiting.

He exhales sharply and reaches for the goblet, his eyes never leaving mine. For a moment, you think he might refuse, but then, without breaking eye contact, he drinks.

The room falls silent, and your pulse races. You can’t tell if it’s curiosity, anticipation, or something more dangerous.

As the last drop disappears, Hyunjin’s expression shifts. His gaze locks onto your, as if you're the only thing in the world. The air between you crackles with tension, and he opens his mouth as though he wants to speak but can’t find the words.

Hyunjin clenched his jaw and forced his eyes away. He was clearly fighting an internal battle, and it infuriated him.