⁺◦ 𝔥𝔬𝔱 | 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 .

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 .

five seconds after downing the tasteless love potion that the conman concocted...nothing happens. you wait a few more seconds, but whatever effects the potion is supposed to have on its consumer never reaches you.

all of the people that are gathered before you inspect you with pointed stares. their eyes sweep over you and the conman.

do these people expect me to fall at his feet or something? do they actually think that this potion  works?

"how do you feel?" the words from the conman's mouth drag through your muffled ears.

what's going on with me?

"you..." you spin the bottle around in your hands, curious to see if there are any ingredients listed on it. "what did you put in this potion?"

the bottle doesn't give you the explanation that you're desperate to uncover. the only person that can you give you the answers that you need is standing right beside you.

"i'm sorry, but  can't disclose that in public." the conman's voice starts to sound faraway.

you shift your attention from all of the people that are starting to slowly return to their busy shopping schedules to the conman. it only takes a second for your brain to click into place, giving you the understanding that you need.

all in one movement, you drop the bottle to the ground and push the conman through the nearest store. even though your hearing seems to be waning, you can hear the sound of the glass bottle shattering as it meets the ground.

countless pieces of clothing articles and a mannequin doesn't impede your force in any way. you just keep pushing the conman until you push him right out of the mall. the both of you break through so many walls that you lose count at some point, but that's not the thing that knocks the wind out of you. it's your awe for the conman's durability that renders you breathless.

you watch the corner of his mouth rise until it's quirked up.

is this man smirking at me?

your fingernails plunge into his throat, but not a drop of blood leaves his neck. "how are you still breathing?"

"so, you admit you that you were trying to kill me?" he retorts.

the wind carries his hair, daring to make him shiver. he doesn't even look cold. if anything, he seems to have grown hot under your touch.

"no, i wasn't trying to kill you."

your words are true, but you can't gain control of your mind. your mind is the very reason why your hands are still pressed to his neck.

"what else would you call what you just did to me besides attempted murder?" the words flow out of him steadily.

he doesn't even seem to be having trouble with breathing.

is he really just a man?

"what did you do to m—" a piercing sound scratches against your eardrums.

your hearing went from muffled to overly powerful in a matter of seconds.

"huh, i guess i gave you the wrong potion." the conman says just before all you can see is a sheet of darkness.

the only sound you can hear is your voice telling you something you never thought you would. "eliminate him before he kills you."