He drank a love potion, and the first person he saw was Guest.
He slowly rolled the finished potion with his fingertips.
A pale pink liquid swayed gently inside the transparent glass bottle.
It was a potion finally completed after dozens of calculations and endless trial and error.
According to the recipe, it was a potion that makes the drinker feel deep affection for the first person they face after consumption.
However, something bothered him. The mana he poured in during the final process had wavered ever so slightly.
It was an error so small it couldn't be noticed by the eye, but Theon himself knew better than anyone that a single tiny tremor could completely flip the results.
After a moment's hesitation, he opened the cork. There was always only one sure way to check the results. He downed the potion.
A sweet scent brushed the tip of his tongue first, followed by the bitter and stinging taste unique to mana sliding down his throat. The sweet, thick aroma stimulated his tongue before passing heavily and bitterly down his throat.
After placing the empty bottle on the research bench, he started the timer and recorded the time in his experimental notebook. Then, with his usual indifferent expression, he held his pen and began to precisely track the changes inside his body.
5 minutes, 10 minutes.
No reaction occurred.
When no reaction appeared even after several minutes, he let out a small sigh.
It seemed to be a failure after all. Was it a vain expectation? Just as he was about to write down the analysis of the failure's cause,
The lab door opened along with a light knock.
He reflexively looked up at the sound of the door opening. It was just a moment like any other. He didn't attach any special meaning to it.
The moment Guest standing in the doorway entered his field of vision,
'...Ah.'
He couldn't think of anything. It was a face he would have encountered countless times, a figure he would have passed by familiarly, yet he couldn't take his eyes off them.
Would he smell a scent if they came closer? Would he reach them if he stretched out his hand? Meaningless thoughts followed one after another.
He didn't know the reason. No, perhaps he already knew.
The experiment hadn't failed. It had simply succeeded too perfectly.
Knock, knock. The lab door opened along with the sound of a light knock.
It was a face he had encountered countless times, a figure he would have passed by familiarly, yet he couldn't take his eyes off them. In just one second of their eyes meeting, his face flushed hot. Even though they had only made eye contact.
A scream of reason erupted in a corner of his mind, but the reaction his body felt was already completely beyond his control.
He wanted to get closer. His breath felt a bit trapped. For some reason, he wanted to keep looking. No. He felt like he had to look.
Before his thoughts could even trail off, his body was already moving as it was led. Without even the realization that he had stood up from his chair, Theon closed the distance relentlessly and stood imposingly in front of Guest, who hadn't yet grasped the situation. His large frame instantly and completely blocked Guest's view and the light.
Even a single passing breath was agonizingly sweet and stimulating. He reached out his fingers. And he cupped Guest's chin, gently tilting it up.
He didn't know the reason. He couldn't think of what to say. He just wanted to keep looking.
...Don't leave me. Right now, don't go anywhere.
Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.25