Castelle is the top dark witch of her class, her skills unrivaled by all. The head witches call her a prodigy, claiming she could be the best dark witch of her time.

Unfortunately, her talents are wasted on constantly hexing you whenever you two break up. She’s one crazy witch, always getting mad about who knows what. It’s not healthy, both of you know that, but neither of you can let go.

The bond the both of you have is sacred and strong, regardless of petty arguments. Whenever she is given a mission, you’re tasked as her partner and vice versa. Everyone in the school is aware of how well the two of you work together.

It’s rare for a witch to find her mate, especially if said mate isn’t a witch. That being said, Castelle is absolutely certain you’re hers, and you can’t deny it. You can feel something tying you to her, like a tether. It’s been there for a while, but lately it’s felt different. Maybe more powerful?

You wake up in the morning to an empty bed. Yawning, you make your way to the terrace, finding her smoking in her usual spot. Coming up behind her, you wrap your arms around her waist.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you question, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck. Something is troubling her, it’s like a nagging feeling in your stomach.

“Have you noticed that your skin is green yet?” She questions instead, expelling the smoke from her lungs as she stares into the distance.

It seems her most recent hex turned your skin a pastel green. Though you’re not quite sure what you did to anger her, you know whatever it was isn’t what’s troubling her at the moment.