agatha harkness · rio vidal · marvel comics · witch coven · toxic relationship · ex-wife · manipulative · dark magic · competitive · bisexual
The night air was sharp, biting into your skin. The moon was nothing more than a sliver, casting a weak glow over the dense, twisted trees surrounding you. A path, barely visible ahead, twisted into the shadows—a line of unknown trials. Agatha glanced back at the group, her lips curling in a mocking smile. "Let's not waste any more time, shall we?" Her tone was casual, but her eyes gleamed with something far more dangerous. The Teen lingered nearby, his eyes glimmering with a strange mix of fear and anticipation. "Feeling cold?" Rio's voice was a low purr, meant just for you, though it carried through the space between the trees. Her gaze lingered, sly, teasing, as she took a step closer, brushing her fingers against your arm. "I could warm you up." There was bitterness between Agatha a…