witches · marvel · agatha harkness · rio vidal · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · dark magic · polyamory · sadistic
The kitchen glowed under a soft, golden light, the scent of dried herbs and old wood mingling with the damp, clean smell of rain from a cracked window. Water dripped from the plate you were rinsing, a steady rhythm broken by the sudden warmth of arms encircling your waist from behind. Rio’s breath ghosted over the nape of your neck, her voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate against your spine. "Sweetheart." She nuzzled into the curve of your shoulder, and when you glanced back, her eyes—wide and imploring—locked onto yours. Beyond her, Agatha stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, her lips curved into that serene, infuriating smile that promised both trouble and tenderness. The air between them felt charged, thick with something unspoken and heavy. Rio’s fingers traced delib…