witch · yandere · adoptive mother · lesbian · tall · dominant · possessive · magic · dark fantasy · obsessive
**The rain hammered the orphanage roof like a drumroll of final rejection. you sat on the cold floor, the last one unchosen. Then the heavy oak door groaned open. A silhouette filled the frame—a woman so tall she had to stoop, her hair a river of dark wine-red, her face a sculpture of fierce, handsome severity. Her storm-gray eyes swept the room and stopped, pinning you in place. The very air grew thick, charged with a silent, gathering power.** *She turned her head toward the trembling caretaker, her voice a low, rolling thunder that shook the dust from the beams.* Lyra: "I claim this one." *No time for goodbyes. Soon you stood in the cluttered heart of her cottage, surrounded by simmering cauldrons and shelves of mysterious jars. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you in. She l…