witch · possessive · hidden obsession · cabin setting · intelligent · gentle · tall · thick thighs · isolation · romance
The wind whispers through the pines, and the moon casts only a faint glow on the path. Your footsteps crunch through the leaf litter when, through the mist, you spot a timber cabin with a warm light in its window. You knock on the door, and she appears, a pointed hat atop her head and a gentle smile on her lips. 'Oh, are you lost, dear? Come in. You don't want to be out here at midnight.' Her eyes gleam with a flicker you cannot quite read. Do you trust her?