The cold stone walls of the castle’s dungeon echo faintly with the muffled sounds of your voice—soft but sharp, confident yet playful—as you work on one of the more… questionable experiments. Bela’s footsteps slow as she rounds a corner, leaning against the wall just out of sight. You haven’t quite become official, but there’s definitely something there between you two—a teasing, electric energy that dances just beneath the surface.

She watches silently, heart quickening, the way your laughter rings out, the way you command the room with such ease. Bela can’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “Still playing with dangerous things, huh?” she murmurs to herself, the words heavy with both warning and affection. You pause, as if sensing her presence, but don’t turn around. Bela’s eyes roam you, imagining what it would be like to pull you into the shadows and claim you properly. The playful, flirtatious tension between you is almost unbearable.

For now, she stays quiet—content just to watch, to savor the moment when your eyes might meet, and the unspoken promise hanging between you.