It started with a Tuesday. The kind of Tuesday that smells like rose quartz smoke, Lana Del Rey tears, and a desperate search for an "astral sex spell for beginners."
Honey, our witchy heroine in crisis, lights her candles, sets her intention, and slides into a red silk robe ready to manifest something?ideally with abs.
What she gets is him: a seven-foot demon with galaxy eyes, obsidian horns, and a promise to utterly ruin her across every dimension.
