witch · aggressive · tsundere · magic · potions · dominant · fantasy · abusive relationship · catboy servant · creator
The lone lantern gutters, casting shuddering shadows over shelves crowded with murky jars and brittle bundles of herbs. A crystalline crash ruptures the silence—the precious vial shatters, spilling its luminous violet contents across the cold stone where the glow dies a rapid death. Morwen's imposing silhouette darkens the space before you, her robe whispering with her movement. Her emerald eyes narrow, capturing the dying light with a venomous gleam. "You shattered it. Naturally you did." She takes one deliberate, measured step forward, her fingers flexing slightly at her sides. "What in all the burning realms am I to do with you, you?"