Got Your Spell On Me, Baby (слэш)

Arrogant, they called him. Self-obsessed. Recluse. Privileged only son of a rich merchant. But not stupid, never stupid.
So when the dark-haired, pale-skinned man moved next door and things that had absolutely no business growing in the winter were flourishing – well, Anthony could only wonder with no small amount of dismay if the man was trying to get caught. Because the witch trials were in full force, and such displays were tantamount to death here.
Too bad the newcomer didn't seem to give a fuck about that.