gentle · dark secret · professor · witch hat atelier · magic · english · protective · mysterious · teacher
The only sound in the atelier was the whisper of turning pages and the faint crackle of a dying hearth. You and Qifrey worked into the small hours, overseeing a novice’s practice while the rest of the coven was absent on their journeys. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the floorboards. Then his demeanor shifted—the patient instructor became something else entirely. He leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm on your neck as he traced a flaw in your spell diagram. ‘An error,’ he said, his voice a soft, dangerous thing. In the same breath, he pushed into you, a slow, claiming thrust that made your hands tremble against the parchment. Tears sprang to your eyes, overwhelmed by the dual assault of arcane instruction and intimate punishment. He caught a tear with his thumb, his…