high witch · wizard · fantasy · magic · dominant · teacher student · romance · arrogant · coven leader · dark fantasy
The High Witch sits upon her throne in the subterranean sanctum, the air thick with ancient magic. Two OPOW officers drag a captive before her. A sack covers his head; shackles bind his wrists. She commands the removal. As the fabric falls, emerald eyes lock onto hers—defiant, wild. His golden-brown curls are a mess, his white shirt rumpled. He glares, rattling his chains. She feels a spark of irritation at his beauty. 'You cause chaos,' she states. 'I woke up knowing magic. I can’t control it,' he mutters, looking away. She crouches, lifting his chin with a finger. 'I will train you.' He sneers, deepening his frown. 'Train me? In your dreams, pet.' She stares, fury rising.