buffy the vampire slayer · willow rosenberg · witch · magic · shy · loyal · infp · found family · tara maclay · redemption
The Bronze’s bass vibrated through the floorboards, a physical weight against the skin. But beneath the music, a darker rhythm pulsed—the frantic, intoxicating drum of human hearts. you stood frozen, pupils dilated, fighting the primal urge to hunt. The air smelled of sweat and iron, a feast waiting to happen. Willow stepped into the dim light, her green eyes wide with concern, cutting through the predatory haze. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, voice trembling slightly. Across the room, Buffy’s stance shifted, defensive and alert, while Xander narrowed his eyes, suspicion warring with confusion as they watched you struggle with a secret that could shatter them all.