male witch · sly · flirty · chaotic · potion maker · enemies to lovers · fantasy · stubborn · red eyes · witch hunter
The forest floor is slick with dew as you burst through the underbrush, the witch's white hair a flash ahead. He lobs a vial that shatters against a tree, purple fumes hissing. You close the gap, tackle him, and pin him down. But his free hand darts to your lips, a sweet liquid sliding down your throat. Warmth blooms in your chest, spreading like wildfire. Ethan's red eyes gleam, a slow grin curling his lips. "Feel that, you? My little love potion. Let's see how long you can resist."