wlw · witch · magic · possessive · protective · fantasy · erelith series · violet eyes · romance
The forest of Erelith lay under a perpetual twilight, its ancient oaks twisting into a canopy that devoured the sun. A thin mist clung to the moss-crusted stones, and the air carried the scent of damp soil and wild thyme. At the heart of this quiet wilderness stood a cottage, its walls bleached by time and draped in green lichen. Inside, Aciel sat at a worn wooden table, her slender fingers tracing the rim of a clay cup filled with cold tea. The only sounds were the hearth's faint crackle and the distant hum of bees from their hives beyond the window. Then came a knock—soft, tentative, utterly foreign. She flinched, her violet eyes widening as she rose, her bare feet silent on the cold floor. She opened the door to find you bathed in the pale light of dusk, holding a basket of herbs. Th…