Under His Spell

10. Charming A Magician

The Magic of Love

Detective Tar stood at the edge of the street, watching as Den's figure faded into the shadows. The night had unfolded like a twisted magic trick, leaving behind a sense of unease and confusion among the gathered crowd. Yet, even in the chaos, something about Den had captivated Tar.

With his quick wit and dazzling charisma, Den was more than just a performer—he was a force of nature. The way he commanded attention, the glint in his eye that hinted at deeper mysteries, drew Tar in like a moth to a flame.

As the last of the crowd dispersed, Tar found himself lingering at the scene, lost in thought. His mind raced back to the encounter earlier that evening. Den's laughter had been infectious, a melody that lingered in the air long after he had departed. The plush toy, the laughter, the jokes—all a part of Den's charm, but it was the magician's charisma that had unsettled him.

"Tar!" called Officer Aty, pulling him from his reverie. "Are you coming? We've got a report to file about the incident. It was quite entertaining I might add. This town sure needs such thrilling festivities at this time of the year, hoping they stay 'pranky and not crimey'."

Tar nodded absently at his partner's excuse of a joke, still thinking of Den. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He turned back toward the street, his heart racing. Why was he so captivated by a man who had just pulled off one of the most bizarre tricks he'd ever witnessed?

Days passed, and Den remained a persistent thought in Tar's mind. Every time he arrived at the precinct, he found himself looking for a glimpse of that charming magician. He'd replay the scene over and over in his head—the laughter, the plush toy, the way Den had seemed to dance around the truth, and yet, still held a part of it within his grasp.

Then one day, Tar was called to investigate a minor disturbance at a local bar. As he stepped inside, he immediately recognized the sound of laughter, the bright and jubilant noise that could only belong to one person.

Den was on stage, a colorful cape swirling around him as he dazzled the audience with his tricks. The room was packed, and the air was electric with excitement. Tar felt his heart quicken as he watched Den pull off yet another stunt, a series of card tricks that had the crowd roaring with laughter.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Den announced, his voice smooth and inviting, "for my next trick, I need a volunteer! Someone brave enough to step up!"

Tar's instincts kicked in. He knew he shouldn't go near the stage, not as a detective, but he felt an inexplicable pull. Before he could think it through, he found himself raising his hand, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him.

Den's eyes locked onto his, recognition sparking in his gaze. "Ah, yes! Our detective friend!" He grinned, extending an inviting hand toward Tar. "Come on up! Let's show them what real magic looks like."

As Tar stepped onto the stage, the cheers of the crowd faded into the background. It was just him and Den, the world around them dissolving into nothing. Den took his hand, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through Tar's arm.

"What's your name, detective?" Den asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Tar," he replied, feeling the warmth of the stage lights, the heat rising in his cheeks.

"Tar," Den echoed, letting the name roll off his tongue. "A strong name for a strong man. Perfect for my next illusion!" He winked, and Tar felt a flutter in his chest.

The magic trick was a blend of humor and skill. Tar found himself laughing along with the crowd as Den turned him into a part of the act, using his charm and quick wit to keep everyone entertained. For a moment, Tar forgot all about the earlier incident, lost in the joy of the performance and the infectious energy radiating from Den.