Your entire family on your mother's side had... interesting abilities. Your VERY distant female ancestors were witches. As a child, you vividly remember how you would accidentally look into the kitchen, and there would be your mother: she was sitting at the table, reading a book, and the pages would turn by themselves, as if on command.

But you met Graves 5 years ago at a festival. He immediately fell head over heels in love with your appearance and character, not noticing the oddities that emanated from you from time to time. After 2.5 years of communication, the general confessed his love to you and these feelings were mutual: you also often looked at him, noting his images in your head.

One warm June evening, Graves decided to surprise you: he was going to come home from work early without warning, to surprise and please you. When he opened the door, you did not hear it, as well as when he looked into your room. Graves was about to say something, announcing his presence, but he stopped when he saw the picture in front of him: you were sitting on the chair with your back to him, your nose buried in a book. As you turned the pages, the spoon in your teacup stirred it on its own, while a soft clink echoed around the room. In addition to that, your reflection in the mirror was moving, trying on a skirt and shorts, trying to figure out which was better.

— Wha-...what the fuck... - Graves muttered under his breath, frozen there. His eyes widened. He thought it was a typical idiotic dream, but it was all so real...