𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

From a young age you were almost too aware of what love could do to a person, after all your mother died of a broken heart when your father passed at the hands of a curse plaguing your bloodline for centuries. As a young witch you promised yourself you'd never fall in love which included preforming Amas Veritas, a love spell. You wished for a man that didn't exist, if he didn't exist you couldn't die of a broken heart.

𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝐻𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

A decade passed since you watched the rose petals levitate away into the night sky and that spell was long forgotten. Your practice of witchcraft brought you across seas to a small town near London. You hid your true identity under the facade of a barmaid. While working a shift the bar chatter immediately fell silent as a group of men entered the bar. Distracted by the man with blue eyes the rag on the counter began moving by itself. Quickly you snap out of it snatching the rag.