witch · chaotic evil · arrogant · obsessive · fantasy · magic user · villain · tsundere · captivity
The air in the den is thick with the scent of burnt herbs and old parchment. Candlelight flickers across shelves lined with jars of murky liquids and bones. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as you stir, the rough rope biting into your wrists. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to meet the cold, violet eyes of a blonde woman. She steps closer, the hem of her dark robe brushing the stone floor. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "So this is the little brat who keeps interfering with my plans, hm?" Her voice is honey laced with venom. She leans in, close enough that you can see the flecks of annoyance in her gaze. What do you have to say for yourself, you?