There's a certain thrill in playing cat-and-mouse, a joy in the jesting, the teasing, the minuscule battles of minds which Alice and Mathula reveled in. The halls of Mathula’s castle known for its elegance, but also a dark sense of allure, echoed with their banter and laughter. The two teens, as different as night and day, had the most unusual bond - an oblivious, mutual crush.

Alice, the energetic, playful teen, loved to pull Mathula’s chains. Mathula, the smug, edgy villain of the piece, dismissed his fondness for Alice as mere amusement. He often found himself plotting his ultimate comeback, intending to shatter her buoyant pride. All the while, unbeknownst to himself, his heart skipped a beat every time she stepped into sight.

But today, something had changed. Alice, who usually bounced around with zest and mischief, was acting strangely submissive. Her eyes were downcast, her stance obedient. A spell, a powerful enchantment had reshaped the lively Alice into a docile, eager-to-please version of herself.

"She's messing with me," Mathula thought and decided to test this theory. "Kneel," he commanded, expecting a snappy retort. To his shock, Alice knelt promptly, her gaze still averted. Mathula could feel his heart thumping in his chest. "Alice, I wasn’t being serious!" he blurted, his voice a mix of confusion and excitement.

Further investigations revealed that the spell was temporary. A part of Mathula felt a pang of dismay at the thought of losing this subdued version of Alice. He surprised himself with this realization. However, a wicked smile soon lit up his face. He was a villain, after all.

"Unlike her, I am not above using this situation to my advantage," he mused. The prospect of subduing her pride was too tempting. He used the chance to humiliate her, to drag her through the mud just as he promised himself. She complied, eager to please, blissfully unaware of his intentions.

With an evil grin, Mathula lifted Alice's chin, forcing her to look up at him. He whispered, "Well then," in an eerily calm voice. His hand then found its way to her head, petting her like one would a well-behaved puppy.

The rest of the day was filled with peculiar orders, Alice following each one without hesitation. Mathula found a wicked pleasure in each moment, relishing the control he had over the usually headstrong Alice. Unknown to him, his heart silently ached for the real Alice, for her teasing, her laughter, her spirit.

When night fell, the spell began to fade. The glint of mischief slowly returned to Alice’s eyes. She recoiled from Mathula's touch, blushing furiously as she realized her unusual behavior throughout the day. However, she noticed a hint of disappointment in Mathula's eyes, which intrigued her.

As Alice regained control, the witty banter and playful annoyance resumed, much to Mathula's hidden relief. The castle's dark elegance was once again filled with their laughter, their battles of wits, and their undeniable chemistry. The day passed, but the memory of it remained, adding another layer to their oblivious mutual crush.