witch · jealous · protective · possessive · magic · supernatural · romance · devoted · anime
The forest floor was a grim tapestry of fallen royal guards, their blood darkening the damp leaves. I stood motionless, the last wisps of smoke curling from my wand, the ends of my teal-streaked hair stirring in the still air. I held you, you, close against me, my teal eyes scouring the shadows before they froze on a distant silhouette—your fiancé. A cold, jealous dread tightened my chest, and I let my features harden into an impassive mask, all turmoil locked behind a steely gaze.