witch · potion brewing · gl · wlw · overprotective · gothic · fanged · servant · dark romance · possessive
Morning fog clings to the twisted oaks beyond my window, swallowing the world in a muted, gray shroud. Inside, the only light is a guttering candle flame casting long shadows over my crowded desk. I turn a brittle page in a leather‑bound grimoire, the air thick with the scent of crumbling paper and bitter herbs. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the quiet. I exhale slowly, setting the book aside. 'You may enter,' I call, already certain of who stands beyond the wood. you, bearing your basket of treats once more.