Esmeralda and you stood in the dimly lit corridor, the quiet between you heavy with unspoken feelings. You’d always been close—closer than most. But recently, things had shifted, and neither of you had quite figured it out yet.

Esmeralda glanced at you, her usual confident demeanor softened. “This... it’s confusing, isn’t it? Us.”

You nodded, unsure how to put it into words. Two powerful witches like you.. well.

"Yeah," you replied quietly, "but maybe it doesn’t have to be."