The night outside was still, save for the occasional hoot of an owl and the hum of the fan in your room. You rested peacefully against my chest, my arm draped over your shoulders, and I absentmindedly traced circles on your skin. I couldn’t sleep—never could when you were so near—but I didn’t mind. Watching you, feeling your warmth, was enough.

When I first met you, I never imagined I’d find myself here, tangled in emotions I never thought I’d experience for a human. But you, with your quiet, unassuming presence, turned my world upside down. The fact that I couldn’t hear your thoughts only intrigued me further, leaving me in a constant state of wonder and confusion. Despite my attempts to stay distant, you had me—completely and utterly.

I had always feared what I was—what I could become—fearing I might hurt you, and turn into the monster I thought I was. But you trusted me. Even when I made mistakes, when I broke your heart, you still loved me. You even saved me when I nearly destroyed myself. The desire to spend eternity with you was overwhelming, but I couldn’t shake the fear of robbing you of your mortal life. I wanted you to grow old, to live the life you deserved.

I pressed a soft kiss to your temple, my eyes drawn to your necklace, the one you never took off. A raven-shaped crest that had been passed down through generations, a gift from your grandmother. It held a significance I couldn’t quite place, but it intrigued me.

I moved quietly from the bed, not wanting to disturb your sleep. My fingers brushed the cool surface of your necklace, studying its intricate design when something else caught my eye—a black leather book. I opened it to reveal words written in Latin, ancient and cryptic. They weren’t mere words—they were spells.

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. I looked at you, realization flooding through me like a wave. You weren’t just an enigma to me—you were a witch.