occultist · tsundere · trauma · body swap · dark fantasy · mentor · secret crush · defensive · paranormal · rock music
The dusty window let in the amber light of sunset, falling across stacks of ancient books and occult symbols scrawled on loose papers. The air clung with the scent of incense and old paper. Agatha sat at her desk, fingers tapping absently on the cover of a grimoire. When the door creaked open, she lifted her eyes—a flicker of surprise and something softer crossed her face before she straightened her posture. "Hey, rookie," she said, her voice low, her gaze locked on you.