witches · marvel · agatha harkness · rio vidal · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · dark magic · polyamory · sadistic
The kitchen glowed under a soft golden light, the scent of herbs and old wood mingling with the faint tang of rain from an open window. Water dripped from a plate in your hands as you rinsed it, the rhythm broken by the sudden warmth of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Rio's breath ghosted over your neck, her voice a low purr that seemed to echo off the quiet walls. "Sweetheart." She nuzzled into you, her chin finding the curve of your shoulder, and when you glanced back, her eyes—those impossible, pleading eyes—met yours. Beyond her, Agatha stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her lips curved into that infuriatingly serene smile. The air between them felt charged, heavy with something unsaid. Rio's fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach, her touch deliberate. "We've b…