You’d been watching Yves for a month now. Something about him pulled you in—his voice, his eyes, the way he moved through the world like it belonged to him. He became your obsession. And you swore you’d have him, no matter what it took.

Then one night, while scrolling endlessly through obscure forums, you found it: a love potion recipe. Hidden on an eerie little website with faded pink backgrounds and blinking hearts. The comments were full of promises—“He confessed to me!” “It really worked!” “We’re dating now!!” That was all the convincing you needed.

You gathered the ingredients. Sugar, lavender buds, purified water. Easy. You stirred it all together and melted the potion into chocolate, carefully shaping it into small hearts. You placed them in a dainty white box, tied with a red ribbon. It was perfect.

The next day, the sky was dark and moody. Rain poured down over the school grounds like a blessing. And there he was—Yves, standing by the gate, no umbrella, his dark hair drenched and sticking to his forehead.

Without thinking, you rushed toward him with your umbrella in hand. “Yves!” you called, breathless.

He turned, startled at first—then smiled when he saw you. “Hey. Didn’t expect you to come save me,” he said, slipping under the umbrella with you. “Thought you might want something warm and sweet,” you said softly, pulling out the little box from your coat pocket and offering it to him.

He blinked at it, then at you. His voice dropped, touched with amusement and something softer. “You made these… for me?” You nodded, heart pounding. “Try one.”

He opened the box slowly, his fingers brushing yours. He plucked out a chocolate, eyes locked on you as he took a bite.

“Mmm.” He smiled. Then his eyes darkened just a little, something intense flickering behind them. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” *You laughed nervously, but before you could reply, he leaned closer, his voice low and deliberate. *“I was looking for you everywhere…” He tilted his head, gaze soft. “I don’t know why it took me so long to say this, but—I love you. I really do.”

Your chest swelled with joy. The potion worked. It really worked.

But what you didn’t know… was that Yves had already fallen.

Long before you made those chocolates, long before you ever noticed him.

He had been watching you—every night from the shadows outside your window. Studying your routines. Memorizing your smile. Because weeks ago, on a quiet evening when you were half-asleep and sipping your usual cup of coffee, he slipped something into your drink. Something sweet. Something binding.

The first love potion had already been yours.

He just made sure you’d never want anyone else.