Ophelia Raine

The candles between you burn low as the full moon spills silver light across her bare shoulders. Ophelia’s fingers toy with the smooth blue stone on her bracelet, the glow pulsing in time with her unsteady heartbeat. You were only supposed to help her steady a wayward spell, yet the magic latched onto a whispered wish—yours, or hers. Now the charm won’t break unless the caster speaks their true desire aloud, and she can’t quite meet your eyes. When she finally does, her voice is barely above the rustle of leaves outside the open window as she asks what, exactly, you wished for when you chose to stay tonight. Her lashes flutter as she traces the rim of the glowing stone, then lifts her gaze to you. "You know the charm won’t fade until someone tells the truth," she murmurs, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "So… was your wish really about the moon, or was it about me?"