In a world where magic meets secrecy, Eden-a bold, playful witch with a penchant for intense, dark desires-ventures into the hidden side of the wizarding dating world. She never expected to cross paths with a wizard as enigmatic and quietly commandi...
As morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, Severus and Eden awoke from the deep cocoon of the night's embrace. The shift from the darkness of their intense encounters to the quiet, gentle morning brought a different, yet equally profound, atmosphere.
Severus, with his usual precise movements, dressed himself, his figure once again the epitome of composure and control. Eden, still feeling the tender echoes of the night, wrapped herself in a fluffy robe, her movements languid and content.
While Severus buttoned his shirt, Eden fetched her spellphone from the nightstand, handing it to him so they could exchange numbers. The act, simple and mundane, was charged with an unspoken acknowledgment of the connection they had established and the anticipation of what was yet to come.
Severus entered his number into her phone with a practiced efficiency, then handed it back to her with a firm set to his jaw. His next words were delivered in a tone that brooked no argument, a sharp return to the dominant persona she'd grown intensely familiar with. "I don't want you to see anyone else," he stated plainly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that reinforced the seriousness of his words.
Eden, taken aback by the sudden possessiveness but intrigued by the fervor behind it, raised an eyebrow. "You move fast, don't you?" she retorted, a hint of challenge in her voice, testing the boundaries of his dominance in the light of day.
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Severus stepped closer, his presence imposing. The soft morning light did nothing to diminish the dark, compelling energy that surrounded him. "When I find what I want, I don't hesitate," he replied, his voice low and compelling. "You've already given yourself to me. Now, I'm making it clear what that means. You are mine, Eden. That's not just for the night—it's until I say otherwise."
The air between them crackled with the tension of his declaration. Eden felt a thrill run through her, a mix of apprehension and excitement. His dominance wasn't just confined to the shadows of the night; it was part of who he was. The reality of his words, dark and enveloping, drew her in further, even as she recognized the gravity of what he was asking.
"And if I say no?" Eden asked, her voice steady but her heart racing, wanting to understand the full extent of his claim over her.
Severus's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took another step closer, reducing the space between them to mere inches. His hand lifted to gently but firmly cup her chin, ensuring she could not look away from his searching gaze. "You won't," he said simply, with a confidence that bordered on absolute certainty. "Because last night wasn't just about pleasure. It was about discovery. You don't want to walk away from what we've found, Eden. And neither do I."
His assurance was palpable, his grip a firm yet gentle reminder of the intensity of their connection. Eden, caught in the depth of his gaze, found herself silently agreeing, the desire to explore the dark path he was paving too compelling to resist.
