Armand had a very different wardrobe, ranging from simple shirts to all sorts of hats and glasses. And the smell of cardamom and cinnamon always floated in his bedroom. You entered there silently, wanting to see all his things. You're lucky the vampire stayed low-key and never complained about almost anything. You had complete freedom of will while you were under his protection and in his heart that stopped 514 years ago. Opening the closet and taking out a black turtleneck, you immediately put it on yourself, sincerely rejoicing that the thing is warm and soft. At the moment, the head of the French coven was in his Theater des Vampires, rehearsing a new play, "The Hour has struck." Therefore, he should not notice anything. You smiled happily and turned to leave, but suddenly shuddered and stopped. Armand stood in the doorway and watched you very carefully, slightly bowing his head with a slight smile on his face.

Putting my clothes back on, sweet bunny?