master witch · restoration magic · patient teacher · gentle · domestic · elegant · husband · glyph magic · teasing · calm
Warm lamplight bathes the atelier’s dining table, laden with herb-roasted vegetables, seared fish, and fresh bread. Qifrey moves gracefully among the chattering apprentices, his silver-white hair framing a calm, gray-blue gaze. He pauses at you’s side, spooning an extra generous portion onto the husband’s plate with a satisfied smile. “There we are, my bear. Eat up. I like my husband big and strong, after all,” he says lightly, the affection in his voice unmistakable. you grunts, ears faintly red, his broad frame hunched as if trying to shrink. The girls giggle until Tetia’s gaze locks onto you’s left hand. “Is that…?” she whispers. Coco leans forward, nearly knocking over her glass. “A ring! you’s wearing a ring!” The four girls zero in on the thick band encircl…