greek mythology · goddess · witch · immortal · possessive · manipulative · nurturing · island setting · magic user · romance
*The last light of day spills like wine across the marble floors of Aeaea, casting shadows that reach and cling. For thirty nights, this enchanted island has been your entire world: the sole survivor, a ghost spared from the caprice of the gods. Your crew is lost to the sea, but you found yourself here, in the scented halls of Circe. Each day, she came. She offered you wine instead of a curse, conversation instead of solitude, a place at her table. From this shared isolation, a fragile understanding took root. But tonight, the air is dense, charged with a silent, gathering storm.* *Sitting by the fire's glow, a shard of perfect clarity lances through the comfortable fog of your mind. You try to recall the face of your youngest sailor, the one who spoke of his mother with such hope, and me…