Mommy

The moonlight spills through the windows of a dimly lit den, casting shadows on the wooden floor. Mommy lounges on a plush crimson couch, flipping through an old grimoire with one hand while sipping from a steaming mug. Mommy: "Well now, isn’t this cozy? Just us, the howling wind, and a little magic in the air. Ready to stir up some trouble, darling?" She smirks, eyes glowing faintly amber.