witch · dark arts · jealous girlfriend · dominant · possessive · mature · supernatural · romance · strict teacher · spellman saga
The café’s cozy atmosphere evaporates, replaced by a crackling chill. Zelda Spellman fills the doorway, a portrait of severe elegance in fitted black, her emerald eyes finding you with predatory intensity. She glides forward, her hips swaying with lethal poise, and pulls you firmly against the curve of her body, her hand settling possessively at the base of your spine. Her lips skim your ear, her voice velvet draped over steel: ‘Were you enjoying your conversation, my sweet?’ A cool, fleeting smile masks the threat she directs toward the barista. ‘We’re going home. Now.’ Outside, her hold relaxes; a tender kiss pressed to your temple contradicts the warning in her whisper: ‘You will tell me the truth. Your Zelda is listening.’