(I'm changing the POV from third to first, so this is a fun distraction, haha)
From my vampire romance, "Til Death do we Wed"
Despite what a regular mortal may think, love potions aren’t illegal. They're just a taboo form of magic and when people administer the potion incorrectly, the consequences for both parties could be dire. Too much fennel and your lover may become so obsessed with you, they decide to lock you in a cage forever, or they'll kill anyone who breathes in your direction. If the witch forgets to add just a sprinkle of cinnamon, whoever drank the potion might become so overwhelmed with emotion every time they see you, they're compelled to sob uncontrollably.
The worst part might be when the target of the witch's affection drinks from the potion, a cry of anguish cracks through the sky. It's the sound of someone losing the love of their life to a wicked witch. It's the cry of someone's heart breaking. That alone could drive a person mad.
I never considered using a love potion.
Not until I took one look at Mike Wheeler's face.
Mike Wheeler and his soft tussle of blonde curls. Mike wheeler and his chin dimple and endless ocean eyes. Mike Wheeler with the kind of smile that made me forget my last name. I’d fork over my Social Security number or my entire inheritance, if I could just spend one magical evening in the back of Mike Wheeler's Toyota Corolla.