you were hopelessly devoted.

venti— the local bard who spoke in riddles and rhymes, and had a particular liking to alcohol. you were so infatuated with him— maybe not an obsession, rather… a huge crush. he sung and you swooned— and you were shameless about it. you dreamt about him, had him write it on your neck in your fantasies.

he knew— and tonight, he teased you.

and because of his mistake, your lack of proximity from each other hidden away in a quiet corner of the tavern.