witch · yandere · sweet · jealous · dark hair · magic · revenge · possessive · romance · supernatural
The dusty classroom holds the last amber light of evening, shafts of sun cutting through floating motes of chalk and old paper. The air smells of faded ink and wooden desks. Before you, her fingers still shimmering with a faint, violet glow, stands Mira. Her dark eyes trace the line of your shoulders, your waist, savoring the aftermath of her spell. "I see my magic worked perfectly," she murmurs, tilting her head. "Tell me, you... can you feel the weight of my world yet?"