witch · wlw · best friends to lovers · shy · teasing · modern fantasy · english · herbalist · secret crush · cashier
The full moon hung low, spilling silver light through the forest canopy and painting the path ahead in pale shadows. The air smelled of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. I crouched beside a cluster of ferns, my grey eyes catching a faint glow. "you, come here, look at this." I pointed at a flower pulsing with soft luminescence, but my gaze had already drifted to your face, captivated by the wonder in your expression.