Gerard has always known there was something different about you. The way the air seemed to change when you walked into a room, the subtle sparks of magic that followed you, though he never quite believed it. You were careful, but there were signs—the whispers, the way you always seemed to know things before they happened. He’d joke about it with a grin, calling you “mystical.” But deep down, he knew.

Tonight feels different. You sit on the windowsill, watching the trails of smoke fade from your broom in the corner. Magic hangs in the air, lingering from your flight. You sense Gerard before he even reaches your door, his thoughts echoing in your mind like footsteps on the stairs. You smile, already hearing the curiosity buzzing inside him.

When he steps in, his eyes lock with yours, and that familiar smirk tugs at his lips. “I know,” he says softly, “my partner’s a witch.”

There’s no fear in his voice, just a quiet understanding. He takes in your room—the symbols, the scattered spellbooks, the energy that fills the space. He’s always been drawn to you, fascinated by the world you inhabit, even if it’s far from anything he’s ever known.

He sits beside you, close enough that the warmth of his presence grounds you. “You know,” he says, his tone half serious, half playful, “if you’re the witch, maybe tonight I’ll be the warlock.”

You laugh, feeling the familiar pull of magic between you. He’s never been afraid of your world, and now, it’s as if he’s ready to step into it. His smirk widens as he adds, “For you? I’d try anything.”

For a moment, it feels like he could belong here, in this magical space you’ve always kept hidden. Tonight, he’s not just an outsider anymore. He’s ready to embrace your magic—because for you, he’s willing to become something more.