[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: The First to Kiss You

"Noxian... You and Noxian have lived together longer than you and me."

Darius stared at Xion with a chilling smile. "Four more years than me. Even though I was the first one to find you. First one to hug you. First one to kiss you."

"Noxian did all of those things before you."

Xion immediately regretted the words that slipped from his mouth.

He understood rather late that he wasn’t completely out of Zen’s control just yet.

It wasn’t just him. Perhaps the entire room was in the same kind of heavy emotional mess.

Only if Xion could see the drawer where Zen was kept, he would have screamed by now.

The drawer yawned open like a silent mouth, and from its depths poured a tangle of black vines.

They weren’t just still tendrils of growth. They breathed. Their greasy, tar‑dark skin pulsed in slow rhythm, each throb echoing with the darkness coiled in Darius’ grasp.

They crawled over the cupboard in rippling waves, their tips tasting the air like the tongues of starving beasts.

In mere moments, they had reached the wall, spreading as if mapping the room for their exploration.

Every now and then, a vine paused mid‑curl, its tip tilted toward Darius and Xion. Almost as if they were reacting to what the two humans were speaking, or rather what kind of emotions they were exhibiting.

With how the vines were moving so steadily toward Darius, they sure found the depravity in his thoughts much more delicious.

But Xion, shrouded in blindness, sensed nothing.

And Darius, though his eyes drank in every writhing motion, never looked away from Xion.

With a casual toss, he threw Zen away until it rolled toward vines.

The living infestation could have swallowed the entire wall whole, and still, his gaze would not have left the man before him.

"You and Noxian kissed?" he asked, calmly wiping his hand over the cloth before tossing it on the floor as well.

"N-No, I mean... not like we did. It was just brotherly love."

The green in Darius’ eyes swirled with the hint of darkness.

"Love... You love Noxian... But you only love me, right, baby?"

The sweet voice coiled around Xion’s throat, making his breathing heavy.

[Err... Host, your husband is losing it. You’d better correct it before we both end up chained.]

Xion was well aware of the threat hanging in the air like a noose.

"You!" He blurted out. "Of course, I only love you. That’s why I married you, remember?"

Darius didn’t reply.

Instead, he yanked Xion’s wrist and pulled him back into his arms. His hand casually drifted inside the shirt, moving over the warm skin before he let out an audible sigh of satisfaction.

"You are trembling."

Who wouldn’t? Xion wanted to yell, and while at it, he also wanted to smack Darius a few times.

"C-cold. Your hands are cold."

Darius chuckled.

For the first time, Xion truly understood why Raymond would get so worked up after hearing the Archduke’s laugh.

Because it was so terrifying!

Scary enough for his entire body to jolt.

Something in that sound sank its claws into him. It wasn’t just fear, but a deeper, older dread he couldn’t name. The kind that made you feel like running would be pointless.

I am afraid of Darius.

"Me? You didn’t like me, little angel. You ran away from me. When I gave you all the things you asked me to."

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