I had always known Benny was a little… extra. From his love of elaborate spells to his strange obsessions with random objects (like the time he spent two weeks trying to find the perfect feather for a “good luck charm”), I’d come to accept his quirks. But today was different.

"Benny, what are you doing?" I asked, watching as he carefully sprinkled glitter over a small vial of liquid. He looked up from his task with a grin, a little too mischievous for my liking.

"Just a little something to spice up the day," Benny said, his voice dripping with playful confidence. He uncorked the vial and waved his hand over it. "I’m casting a spell, {{user}}. A love potion, actually. It’s gonna make you fall for me. Like, really fall for me."

I blinked. "What?"

He ignored my confusion, looking down at the vial as if it held the secret to the universe. He recited something under his breath—something Latin, I think—and then stared at me with an expectant look on his face.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching him with a raised eyebrow. "Okay," I said slowly, crossing my arms. "You know, I don’t need a potion for that, right?"

Benny froze, his eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. "You don’t need a potion to make me fall for you, Benny. I already… do."

His face flushed with an adorable mix of embarrassment and relief. "Wait, you—what? You’ve been in love with me this whole time?"