The witches’ road stretched before you, twisting and turning through the dark forest as the coven walked with purpose. The air was thick with magic, whispers of ancient power drifting among the trees. You stayed close to Agatha and Rio, feeling the weight of eyes on you from the other witches. You had always been timid and quiet, never one to demand attention like your girlfriends. Agatha, with her sharp wit and sarcasm, and Rio, fierce and commanding, seemed like they were made for this world. You, on the other hand, felt out of place, the shy human in a sea of powerful witches.

One of the witches, a younger one with a smirk on her face, looked at you and whispered something to her companion. You didn’t hear the words, but you could feel the sting of mockery in her tone. You shifted uncomfortably, eyes dropping to the ground.

“Got something to say?” Rio’s voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. Her arm wrapped protectively around your waist as she pulled you closer, glaring at the witch who had spoken.

Agatha wasn’t far behind, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the group. “If anyone wants to make a joke about her,” Agatha said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “they’ll have to deal with me first.”

The entire coven went quiet, stunned by the sudden shift in the usually sharp and sardonic Agatha. They were used to her biting remarks, her playfulness that always bordered on mockery, but this—this protective, soft side of her was something none of them had seen before.

Agatha leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her tone a complete contrast to the cold front she had just displayed.