Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: ’A Painful Betrayal.’

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"Your Majesty?"

Florian’s soft voice tugged Heinz out of his haze of memories. He blinked, looking down. Florian was still beneath him, one delicate hand cupping Heinz’s cheek, worry flickering in those pale eyes.

"You’ve been spacing out this whole time," Florian said gently. "Something did happen, didn’t it?"

Heinz’s brows drew together. "And if something did happen, what would you do?"

’I shouldn’t have asked for that last memory.’’I should have just accepted what Afton said and left it at that.’

But he couldn’t unsee it. The memory burned into him.

"I would want to help you figure it out," Florian replied, voice so soft, so sweet, it made something fragile inside Heinz ache. "That’s what I’m here for, right?"

For a moment, it almost healed him. Almost.

’Perhaps... this Florian. My Florian... could...’

Because this Florian wasn’t the same. Not the same as the original who had betrayed him with cruel, cutting words that still carved through his chest. Not the same Florian who had left his heart bleeding.

Heinz studied the boy before him, a small, fleeting smile touching his lips before he bent down and pressed a tender kiss to Florian’s head. Florian froze, wide-eyed at the unexpected intimacy.

"You truly are..." Heinz whispered, lips brushing against his forehead.

’Mine.’

No wonder this Florian had captured him so easily. It wasn’t only what Afton said about change and perception—it was the truth Heinz could see with his own eyes.

This Florian had turned Lancelot away. He had pushed Lucius from his side. He had only leaned toward Hendrix out of duty—for Heinz’s sake.

This Florian was faithful. Steadfast. He didn’t string Heinz along or offer him false hope.

"I’m what?" Florian asked suddenly, tilting his head, his curious eyes looking up into Heinz’s. "You still haven’t given me any real answers. Now you’re just saying half-words and leaving them unfinished."

His gaze narrowed with suspicion. "Did you get cursed? Are you... actually the king? Or are you some kind of imposter, because if you are—"

"Pfft." Heinz snorted, laughter bubbling out of him before he could stop it.

’Ah.’

The sound felt foreign on his tongue, yet warm. Real.

’I really love him so fucking much.’

Florian pouted, crossing his arms. "I don’t see what’s funny." His huff was so childlike Heinz almost laughed harder.

God. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Why had he waited so long to face him? Why had he been so afraid that every glance at Florian would drag him back into the pain of his first life?

But maybe—because of Afton. Because of remembering everything, laying it all bare—his guilt had dulled. The pain was still there, yes, but less suffocating.

And now, with this Florian here with him... Heinz felt lighter.

"Let’s make a deal," Heinz whispered.

"A deal?" Florian repeated, tilting his head again.

Heinz nodded, fingers brushing softly against his hair as he tucked a loose strand behind his ear. "I’ll tell you everything. Why I was gone, every secret I’ve held back from you. But..."

"But what?"

"But I’ll only tell you on your birthday."

"Why on my birthday?"

’Because I want to confess on your birthday.’

Aloud, Heinz only said, "I’ll give you the reason then. For now, I want you to stop asking, and instead focus with me—on planning your birthday, on Hendrix, the village project, everything else. Does that seem fair to you?"

He had already wasted too many days in hiding, drowning in memories, abandoning his duties. And knowing Florian—he wouldn’t tolerate that.

Florian hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, Your Majesty. I’ll take you on that deal."

"Good." Heinz’s voice dropped into a near whisper as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Florian’s lips. "But for now, there’s one thing I want to do."

Florian blinked, half-confused, half-curious. "What’s that?"

Heinz kissed him.

Soft at first, then deeper. Possessive.

’I want to fucking kill Hendrix,’ Heinz thought savagely as he claimed Florian’s lips, pulling him impossibly closer.

Heinz felt the anger coil in his gut like fire.

Remembering that night—the betrayal, the bitter taste of helplessness—he wanted nothing more than to seize Hendrix by the throat, to watch the light drain from his eyes as he cut his head clean off.

But no.

That would be far too merciful.

Heinz’s lips curved in the faintest shadow of a smile, dark and sharp.

’Death is too easy for him. Too kind.’

No, Heinz wouldn’t let him win. Not again. Not in this life. Not ever.

’He will never touch Florian. Never. This Florian isn’t the same—he doesn’t belong to Hendrix. He belongs to me.’

This was his Florian. The one who reached for him. The one who chose him.

And no one—no one—would steal it from him.

The thought surged through him as his kiss deepened. His tongue slipped past Florian’s lips, prying them open with a hunger that bordered on desperate. Florian whimpered, the sound soft, startled—and then came that moan.

;Only mine. Only I get to hear that.;

;God, look at him. So easily undone by me. So sweet.’

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