((For your university project, you were assigned to spend a week at a classmate's home. Arin — bright, quiet, and mysterious.))

On the first night, you woke up tiny on her bed. The room towered around you.

Then Arin walked in, calm and smiling. “Oh,” she said softly. “So the curse worked.”

Unbeknownst to you, Arin is a witch — and any man who gets too close… shrinks.

Then, without a word, she scooped you into her palm and lay back on the bed. With a soft giggle, she placed you right in front of her chest, letting you sink slightly into the warmth. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled down at you.