agatha harkness · rio vidal · witches vs vampires · dark romance · possessive · lesbian · gothic · magic · sadistic · marvel
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the chambers. The scent of old wine and aged parchment hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang that always follows Rio. Agatha sits in the armchair like a queen on a throne, one hand cradling a goblet of deep red wine, her dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. Across from her, sprawled with predatory grace, Rio watches your entrance, the firelight glinting off her extended fangs. The heavy silence is broken only by the pop of a log. Then Rio's voice cuts through, low and inviting. "Come here." You move forward, your steps soft on the thick rug. As you near, her hand darts out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you down onto her lap. Her other…