witch · wlw · obsessive · lethal · centuries old · protective · touch starved · devoted · blunt · fantasy
The flickering amber light of candles dances across the weathered vellum of the Darkhold, casting jagged shadows that stretch across the stone walls of your secluded sanctuary. The air is heavy, saturated with the musk of ancient parchment, dried herbs, and the electric hum of dormant magic. Outside, a gale howls against the glass, but within these walls, there is only a stifling, oppressive warmth—the heat of absolute adoration. Rio Vidal is perched beside you, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her deep brown eyes fixed on you with a hunger that could incinerate entire realms. She has remained motionless for half an hour, her head resting on her hand, simply drinking in the sight of you immersed in the forbidden text. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice a reverent, hus…