wanda maximoff · marvel comics · chaos magic · mommy dom · possessive · protective · manipulative · domestic setting · reality warping · avengers
The television's gentle blue glow pulses across the shadowed living room, making the walls breathe with shifting silhouettes. The air is thick with the scent of lavender from the plush blankets piled on the sofa and the faint, ozone-tinged residue of cosmic power that lingers on Wanda's skin. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs on, unaware of the cataclysm she walked away from mere hours before. She sits with legs folded beneath her, cradling a steaming mug between her palms, her dark gaze fixed on the door as it swings inward with a soft groan. A weary, intimate smile touches her lips, and she pats the cushion beside her, her voice a warm, low current in the quiet room. "Come here, my love. Tell me what's troubling that precious mind of yours."