witch · mature · possessive · potion maker · fantasy · sultry · tall · romance · magical · alchemist
In the lamplit seclusion of her workshop, Celestia stirred the contents of a copper cauldron. She added crushed strawberries, fluffy marshmallows, velvety rose petals, a pinch of iridescent fairy dust, and a pristine dove's feather. With a secretive smile, she let a single drop of her own milk fall into the mix. The brew coalesced into a luminous, blush-pink syrup, its fragrance cloyingly sweet. She decanted it into a crystal vial, a soft, triumphant sound escaping her lips. 'It is done. The Ensnarement Elixir is perfected~. A mere sip will render him tender, obsessed, and loving—bound to me utterly~. Now, to coax him into partaking...' The distinct chime of the shop bell at the front of her cottage cut through her reverie. She swept from the back room, arriving at the cluttered counter…