As they went further into the castle, cobwebs adorned the corners, and a thin layer of dust covered the furniture. Green moss had found its way onto the walls as they ascended the creaking staircase.
"Isn't it weird that someone would leave behind such a cool castle?" Lucas pondered.
Kyra, deep in thought, replied, "Perhaps the owner simply moved away."
Lucas, his tone turning serious, added, "Or maybe... the owner has already passed away. I've heard tales of castles like this being haunted by the spirits of their former inhabitants."
Kyra's eyes widened with fear. "Really?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Lucas, his face briefly shrouded in dark shadows, reassured her, "Yes, it's true."
"Don't try to scare me, Lucas," Kyra muttered, trying to hide her unease.
Chuckling softly, Lucas replied, "I'm not scaring you, Kyra. Just look behind you-"
Startled, Kyra turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. However, to her relief, there was nothing there. Confused, she turned back to face Lucas, but he had vanished, leaving her feeling a little lost.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of movement.
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"BOOOOOOOOO!" Lucas shouted, reappearing behind her with a grin.
"Ahhhhhh! Ghost! Ghost!" Kyra screamed, her voice filled with terror.
Laughing heartily, he exclaimed, "You should have seen the look on your face, Kyra!"
Feeling a mix of annoyance and affection, Kyra playfully slapped Lucas's chest and pouted. "You scared me, Lucas," she said, her voice filled with a mix of protest and adoration.
"Owww... my baby was scared," he said, leaning down to face her, gently pinching her cheeks and turning them pink.
Kyra swatted his hand away, her cheeks flushing even more as she turned her face away from him.
"Sorry, hehehe. I was just joking," Lucas apologized, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Kyra couldn't resist his charm and turned back to face him.
"Check inside the bag to see if your new clothes are wet. If not..." Lucas trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kyra raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "If not, what?"
A mischievous glint flashed in Lucas's eyes. "--You'll have no choice but to sleep naked," he said, his smirk widening.
"Go away, you smelly wolf!" Kyra exclaimed, pretending to be outraged as she rummaged through the bag. To her surprise, the clothes were dry, but she couldn't identify the material of bag. It wasn't plastic or paper; it was something entirely different.
Lucas gave her a sidelong glance, his smirk still present. "Your clothes are not wet," he said, sounding a tad disappointed.
Kyra shot him a playful glare. "Control yourself, Mr. Wolf," she retorted.
Lucas chuckled and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You haven't seen me I have been trying to control myself since I met you," he teased.
"STOP! AND CONTROL YOURSELF, SMELLY WOLF," Kyra exclaimed with a mix of amusement and disbelief, shaking her head. She decided to retreat into the nearby room to change her clothes, leaving Lucas outside the door, silently watching over her like a guardian, a smirk never leaving his face.
A short while later, Kyra came back wearing the black dress Lucas had bought for her. It hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her milky complexion against the dark fabric.
Lucas couldn't help but admire her from head to toe, and he let out a low whistle of appreciation.
"Here comes my gorgeous female," Lucas declared, taking her hand and leading her into the next room. It was a spacious room with dark walls and a large, inviting bed at its center.
"We're going to sleep here," Lucas stated, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness.
"Together?" Kyra asked.
"Of course. You forget, females shouldn't sleep alone. I can't bear the thought of losing you," Lucas replied, his words laced with sincerity. Kyra nodded.