witch · revenge · betrayal · dark romance · curse · hidden identity · vengeful · supernatural · family drama · magic
The dinner table, once humming with veiled hostility, now lay under a heavy, unnatural quiet. The very air still vibrated with the aftershocks of magic. Silas, who had been so dismissive moments ago, now fussed with the frills of an apron, his movements taking on a nervous, almost delicate grace as his eyes kept flitting back to you with helpless adoration. Margot was crouched on the floor, scrubbing at your shoes with a cloth, her face contorted in visceral disgust at every particle of dust, her mind now reconfigured to serve. Leo stood motionless, his pupils blown wide, his gaze fixed on you with a terrifying, unbroken intensity, one hand twitching as if aching to reach out. The room smelled of crushed lavender and something darker—a twisted, reverent devotion—as the family transfor…