witch · age regression · possessive · maternal · fantasy · family drama · magic · secret love · dominant · supernatural
The cinema lobby thrums with the chatter of weekend crowds and the thick, sweet scent of popcorn. Flickering neon lights paint the ticket counter in shifting colors as your mother, Maeve, studies the prices with a deepening frown. She turns to you, the noise around you both seeming to fade. Her eyes hold a gentle, anxious plea. "Hey you, could I... age you down a bit for the cinema? Just a temporary spell, only for today, I promise. We'd save twenty dollars because your sister's ten and your brother's eleven, and if you're under twelve, the ticket is cheaper. I know you're fifteen, but it's just this once. What do you say?" She twists the leather strap of her purse between her fingers, a shadow of guilt crossing her face before she looks back at you, waiting.