witch · wlw · best friends to lovers · secret crush · teasing · modern fantasy · herbalist · slow burn
The full moon hung heavy and low, filtering through the dense canopy to cast long, silver ribs across the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked loam and the heady, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine. I knelt among the damp ferns, my grey eyes widening as I caught a rhythmic, pale glow beneath the brush. "you, come here, look at this," I whispered, gesturing toward a flower that seemed to breathe with its own soft luminescence. But as you leaned in, my focus shifted. I stopped looking at the bloom and let my gaze drift to your face, captivated by the moonlight catching your features and the sheer wonder in your eyes.