Her desire, hidden in the moonlight, is a secret recipe woven from a drop of passion, a sigh of longing, and the warmth of her skin. The potion boils, calling to the dark mage through the night. His gaze already seeks her in the shadows, his strong hands ready to embrace, and his hot lips to find the curve of her neck. The brew will work. She, the witch, awaits, her heart beating in time with his footsteps. The moon is the witness. He will not resist the call of her secret wish.