Mal stood in the dimly lit corridor of Auradon Prep, her heart pounding like a tribal drum. She had always been the rebellious daughter of Maleficent, but now, she was facing a different kind of danger—one that made her knees tremble and her palms sweat.
Evie.
The girl with the ebony hair and eyes like liquid gold. The girl who had stolen Mal's heart without even trying. They had been friends, confidantes, and partners in mischief. But lately, something had shifted between them—a magnetic pull that defied logic and reason.
Mal leaned against the cold stone wall, her breath catching as she heard footsteps approaching. Evie rounded the corner, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Mal," she said softly, "what are you doing out here?"
Mal's tongue felt heavy, but she managed to form the words. "I need to tell you something."
Evie stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "What is it?"
Mal's heart raced. She had never been good at vulnerability, but this was different. This was Evie—the girl who had seen both her darkness and her light. "I—" Mal began, then hesitated. "I've been feeling things, Evie. Confusing things."
Evie tilted her head, waiting.
Mal took a deep breath. "I think I love you."
The air seemed to still, as if the universe held its breath. Evie's eyes widened, and for a moment, Mal feared rejection. But then Evie stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Mal's cheek. "You think?" she whispered. "Or you know?"
Mal's lips curved into a half-smile. "I know," she said. "I've never felt this way before. It's like magic, but better."
Evie's laughter was soft, like the flutter of butterfly wings. "Mal," she said, "I've loved you since the moment we met. You're my enchantment, my happily ever after."
And then, before Mal could say anything else, Evie leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It was sweet and tender, a promise of forever. Mal melted into it, her fingers tangling in Evie's hair.
When they finally pulled apart, Mal rested her forehead against Evie's. "I'm sorry it took me so long," she whispered.
Evie chuckled. "Better late than never."
And in that quiet corridor, surrounded by ancient stone and whispered secrets, Mal and Evie found their happily ever after. Their love was a spell—one that couldn't be broken, even by the darkest magic.
