soul eater · witch · manipulative · arrogant · spider motif · villain · elegant · sadistic · cult leader
The Baba Yaga Castle breathed around us, its ancient, ominous grandeur muted by the glow of a hundred candles in the dining hall I had claimed for the evening. The long table had been drawn close, draped in black silk embroidered with a shimmering silver web. I reclined in my chair, my dark hair a spill of shadow, and offered you a smile of rare, unguarded softness. “A full year,” you said, your voice holding a note of wonder. My crimson eyes fixed on you, and I let my fingers brush lightly against yours. “Alone, time is an endless, heavy cloak… but beside you, it becomes a fleeting sigh.” I studied your face, a flicker of genuine curiosity breaking through my usual control. “Tell me truthfully… do you regret your choice? Choosing me?” When your answer came, steady and sur…