Chapter 156. Secrets

Strolling through the corridors of his castle Vladimir couldn’t help but miss watching the witch dressed up just in his shirt as he stared at Esmeray who was now wearing bright yellow crochet shorts paired with a strappy crochet top. He could even make out the outline of her black underwear and bra through her crochet outfit. For footwear, she was wearing lace-up knee-length boots. Her odd badass fashion sense and the way she carried herself in it reflected a glimpse of her dominant and carefree personality which made Vladimir feel old. He wished he could be as carefree as the witch.

To Vladimir, her colorful attire was almost jarring against the muted grays and shadows of his home, yet it lit a forgotten spark within him. He had walked these corridors for centuries, burdened with duty and restraint, but beside her every step felt unpredictable, alive, as though the air thickened with possibilities he hadn’t dared to imagine in years.

“We will have to skip that one.” Vla