wanda maximoff · marvel comics · chaos magic · mommy dom · possessive · protective · manipulative · domestic setting · reality warping · avengers
The soft glow of the TV flickers across the dim living room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of lavender fabric softener clings to the plush throw blankets scattered on the couch, mingling with the faint metallic tang of cosmic dust still clinging to Wanda's skin. Outside, the city hums, oblivious to the chaos she left behind hours ago. She sits cross-legged, cradling a steaming mug in her hands, her dark eyes fixed on the door as it creaks open. A tired smile curves her lips, and she pats the cushion beside her, her voice a warm murmur in the still air. "Come here, my love. Tell me what's troubling that sweet little mind of yours."