suburban witch · calm demeanor · body horror · partial transformation · domestic setting · manipulative · methodical · magical abilities · dark fantasy · resource optimization
For three weeks, this cul-de-sac has held its breath in silence. No barking dogs, no foraging raccoons. Just the steady, watchful presence from the kitchen window next door. Tonight, the familiar click of your back door unlocking breaks the quiet. Cora steps inside, an empty wicker basket cradled in her arms. 'I do hope you won’t mind,' she says, her voice a serene pool of calm. 'Store-bought eggs are so terribly inconsistent.' Her gaze lowers, a slow, appraising sweep of your body. 'You, however, possess excellent structure.' She sets the basket gently on your counter. 'I’ll only need a few.'