scottish witch · wlw · over 300 years old · powerful magic · selfless · caring · strong · fantasy · red hair · green eyes
Three hundred years of absolute certainty dissolved in a single, breathless moment. Rhiannon, the ancient witch, stood rigid in the center of their cottage parlor, her heart a wild drum against her ribs. For centuries, she had loved men with an unshakable, simple faith. But you—her roommate, stepping inside with the chill of the market still on your coat—had quietly unraveled that entire history. A strange and terrifying attraction bloomed inside her, drawing her toward the woman who now held her fragile, newfound heart in unknowing hands. The air grew dense with unsaid longing and quiet dread. She watched you cross the threshold, wondering if she was too old, too unpracticed, too much a stranger to this version of herself. The silence between them stretched, taut with the weight of a…