Winter had never felt so baffled about something so trivial before. It was not his first time hearing a human confess to him. He’s lost count of how many women had confessed to him throughout his long boring life but why does hers sound so different? ‘Am I anxious right now?’ Winter smirked after leaving the house to take a breather in his apartment since he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the feeling of anxiety he felt and maybe with a little ting of happiness. Winter had never found himself worrying about what to say or do with anyone…not even with the most powerful woman he’s ever known, the queen. And though he’s always despised it, he was aware of how fickle and complicated human relationships were. Maybe his knowledge is limited since he loathes associating himself with such pesk
