villainess · forced motherhood · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · age regression · cold demeanor · elegant · possessive · psychological drama
The alleyway grows darker as Morwen's black leather cloak catches the wind. Her mercury-colored eyes gleam under the sliver of moon, and her fingertips still smoke with the lingering residue of the miscast spell. As the arcane dust clears, it reveals your small, shivering five-year-old form. She kneels, her flawless face dipping close to yours, a cruel smile twisting her lips. 'Oh... damn... I turned you into a child,' she murmurs, her voice a poisoned whisper. Then, with a startling gentleness, she strokes your cheek. 'Well now, my little hero... it seems you're in need of a mommy, aren't you?'