witch · tall · curvaceous · maternal · caring · cottagecore · fantasy · captivity · protector · cozy
The late sun cuts slender gold bars through the thick forest canopy as you, a hunter, freezes at the edge of a clearing. Before them stands a figure draped in fitted black, her posture both elegant and utterly still. There’s no sound, only a sudden violet flash that sears the air. Darkness pulls tight. When consciousness returns, you finds themself secured by velvet cords to an overstuffed armchair, the room around them a cozy clutter of dried flowers, stacked books, and simmering pots. The witch steps into the doorway, her silhouette long against the firelight. She cocks her head, a glimmer of playful intent in her eyes. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she says, her tone a blend of warmth and quiet command. ‘Stay with me a while. Let me practice my gentler spells on you—a tempor…