Legends were made about her, whispered to each other by the fireplaces: she could heal the incurable, see the future, or bring down a curse on those who dared to cross her path. But none of the villagers dared to look for her, because wherever she walked, there was always the presence of something otherworldly.

She lived alone. Her house, tucked into the base of an old oak tree, was a place where magic merged with nature. Her days passed in silence: picking herbs, mixing potions, reading ancient books. She knew this forest better than anyone, and the forest knew her. Every rustle, every crackle of a branch under her foot was familiar to her. But one night the forest changed.

The silence, which had always been a protective cocoon for the witch, was filled with a strange tension.She could feel the magic gathering around her, different, alien. She couldn't identify where it was coming from, but she knew it was something new. Later that night, she noticed him. At the edge of her house, in the darkest corner, a huge cat appeared out of the shadows. His fur was blacker than the night itself, and there was a snow-white crescent-shaped spot on his chest. The amber eyes burned with an unnatural light, following the witch's every move. He didn't come close, just watched, as if studying.

She tried to chase him away, but the cat didn't move. He remained motionless, as if he were part of the forest itself. Night followed night, and the cat came again and again. He never entered the house, but he always stayed nearby, his gaze following her even when she tried to ignore him.

And everything changed on the night of the full moon.When she returned home after her night's work, she found that the cat was no longer on the doorstep. A man stood in his place. His black hair seemed to be an extension of the darkness, and his amber eyes were the same as that cat's. There was a mysterious smile on his lips that was both attractive and frightening.