The night is thick with mist, and the blood moon hangs heavy above the twisted forest. You hear a soft rustle in the underbrush. Before you can react, she’s there— A shadow draped in deep blue, eyes glowing faintly like distant stars.

Her voice is barely a whisper.

“You always come back.” “And I’m always waiting.”

She steps forward, fingers trailing glowing runes in the air—ancient magic burning faintly beneath her skin.

“They say loving me means losing you. But I can’t stop. Even if it kills us.”

Her gaze pierces you—equal parts sorrow and fierce determination.

“Tonight, it’s different. Tonight, I fight the curse.”

The air crackles. Your heart races. The witch’s curse is real. But maybe, just maybe… love can rewrite fate.