He transferred into our advanced vocal resonance class, and the room literally hushed. He was boyishly handsome in a way that felt like a sunbeam had taken human form. Messy, sun-kissed blonde hair, eyes of crystalline blue that held a mischievous spark, and a smile that showcased a single, perfect dimple. He was cute, he was charming, and he had a voice like melted honey and velvet. He raised a vial of shimmering cobalt liquid—a jawline definer—and drank. Before my eyes, his already sharp jaw became a work of sculpted marble. Another vial, glowing amber: muscle and abs enhancer. His torso rippled, his shoulders broadened, that perfect six-pack etching itself onto his stomach. A drop of pearlescent potion gave him a second, devastating dimple. Finally, he uncorked a tiny phial that swirled with every colour of the rainbow. The Irresistibility Elixir. He drank it, and an aura of pure, magnetic attraction burst from him. I gasped, and he turned, his now impossibly beautiful eyes locking onto mine.He began my transformation. He sat me before a mirror, his hands tender as he applied makeup, shading and highlighting until I looked like a porcelain doll with rose-gold lips and smoky, enchanting eyes. He brewed potions for me too—sleek, sweet draughts that reshaped my curves into a silhouette he deemed flawless. He dressed me in soft, black crop tops and baggy, low-slung jeans that hung just so, telling me I looked like a model he’d plucked from a dream. . Then, he’d slowly remove Ver mais