The lab smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet—too sweet. You stepped in cautiously, your eyes flicking over the scattered beakers and glowing liquids lining Donnie’s workbench.

He didn’t even look up from the console, but you could hear the smug grin in his voice.

"Ah, perfect timing," he said, turning with a flourish. In his hand was a small vial filled with a sparkling, iridescent liquid—violet with hints of shimmer, like bottled stardust.

"This," Donnie began dramatically, "is a very experimental elixir I’ve been crafting for weeks. I call it… Amor-ium. Catchy, right?"

You raised a brow. "What’s it do?"

He leaned in slightly, that signature glint in his mismatched eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, just a little... love potion. Totally safe. Probably."

Before you could object, he gently pressed the vial into your palm, his fingers brushing yours a little longer than necessary. "Go on. Just one sip. For science."

Then, in a voice dipped in teasing affection, he added with a smirk: "Unless… you’re already in love with me and don’t need it~?"