Cast a Spell, Castiel

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"I'm not your personal maid," I said dismissively when Castiel called me up to his room. He said he wanted me to help him pick out his party outfit.

Though I ignored his feelings for years, of course, I had to do my job. Besides, we're already used to this kind of setup.

"But your opinion matters." He chuckled. "I know you hate me, but I wanna still look good for you."

Then he showed up in formal attire: a silk dress shirt inside his matching black slacks and coat, and onyx dress shoes that were similar to the color of his eyes. Castiel strutted himself in front of a full body-length mirror while I was right behind him, trying not to meet his gaze.

"What do you think?" Our eyes met through the mirror this time. He still had the same gentle energy around him, but the way his gaze talked to me was different. It was... intense.

Well... he looked nice. As expected from someone as privileged as him. It's easy to maintain an appearance like his with their wealth.

"Fatima?" he called again.

"That looks fine," I spat coldly. There's nothing more to say. "Can I excuse myself to leave? I have to water the plants."

There was a pause. He only stared at me quietly until he walked to my direction. He directed himself to go behind my back, with of course, a comfortable amount of distance. But with the way he's watching me through the mirror, I doubt I'll be comfortable like this. My heart was beating so fast yet I can't look away.

We watched ourselves in front of our reflection. I, wearing their housemaid attire, while he looked lavish in his dark suit. It heavily showed our differences. We were so close, but considering our worlds, I know we will never touch.

We will never reach each other.

"Am I doing this right now, Fatima?"

"Huh?"

I felt him getting closer, but still not close enough to intrude my personal space.

"Am I making you fall in love?" he asked lowly.

Again, there's nothing more to say but silence despite the turbulence of my heartbeats.

I dismissed myself and never looked at his way ever again.