Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: ’The Curious Case Of Heinz.’

"Isn’t this just an excuse to hug me?" Florian muttered, his hands pushing against Hendrix’s chest.

Hendrix didn’t let go—if anything, his arms tightened, locking the prince firmly against him. "Yes and no. I can’t have you thinking I’m lying to you... and I have a feeling he’s just around here somewhere."

Florian could hear the words rumble from above him, his face pressed into the warmth of Hendrix’s chest. He couldn’t even see Hendrix’s expression.

"You’re... very different from how everyone has described you," Florian grumbled, his voice muffled. "You’re more forward than people say."

Yet... some part of him stopped resisting.

’If what he’s saying is true...’

If Heinz really was still in the Diamond Palace, deliberately avoiding him, then... why?

Why would Heinz do that?

Because of the accident?

Because he’d hurt Florian?

No—there was something else.

Lately, whenever Florian did see him, Heinz looked at him as if he were a ghost. Not startled—haunted. He didn’t even respond the way he normally would.

"That tends to happen when you’ve lived a whole life and died," Hendrix said, his tone almost amused. One of his hands slid up, fingers brushing through Florian’s hair, resting at the back of his head with a slow, deliberate caress. "If anything... you’re also different from the person I met back then."

"That tends to happen when you’re no longer heartbroken and yearning for someone who’d never love you back," Florian answered, the bitterness in his voice sharper than he intended.

Hendrix tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "That’s what I’m wondering... how come in this lifetime, you no longer love him? Unless..."

Florian’s eyes widened. Right.

He’d been so busy trying to convince everyone that he no longer loved Heinz, he’d forgotten that with Hendrix... he wasn’t supposed to be convincing him at all. Hendrix remembered their past life. To him, Florian’s sudden change in feelings wouldn’t make sense—

Unless... Florian also had memories.

’Fuck. Everything’s getting to my head. All this pressure, everyone shoving me towards Heinz—and I forgot the one thing Hendrix would remember the original me for.’

Being in love with Heinz.

’How the hell do I fix this? And why is he calling me out now, of all times?’

"I..." Florian’s mind scrambled for a believable excuse, anything to steer this away.

"Mhm?" Hendrix’s gaze was heavy, waiting.

"I-I, uh... I’m—"

But, as was becoming frustratingly common, Florian didn’t get to finish.

Suddenly, a force yanked him away from Hendrix—no, ripped him from his arms. He felt a strong pull on his clothes, but before he could stumble or hit the ground, another set of arms wrapped around him from behind, steady and unyielding.

Florian’s heartbeat thundered in his ears.

He knew these arms.

Slowly, almost afraid to confirm it, he looked up. His breath caught.

"...Your Majesty?"

Heinz looked... awful.

Even worse than the last time Florian had seen him—and that had already been bad enough. His skin was pale, almost bloodless, his eyes swollen and ringed with deep shadows that had never been there before.

The faint puffiness around them gave the impression of someone who hadn’t slept—or had cried too much.

The bags beneath his eyes weren’t just worse—they were new. Heinz had always carried himself with a cold, untouchable composure.

The hatred simmering in Heinz’s eyes was deeper, sharper, almost feral.

’Are you insane? Don’t provoke him!’ Florian’s mind screamed, his pulse jumping as Heinz’s grip around him tightened just enough to make the warning clear.

Florian didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to do.

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