Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: ’A Bond Between Two People In Pain.’

Hendrix didn’t know how much he’d drunk.

The burn in his throat had long faded into a warm, dizzy fog that wrapped around his mind, making the world sway faintly.

His head felt like it was spinning inside his skull, his vision blurring at the edges—but even through the haze, one thing remained sharp.

Florian.

God.

Florian was so beautiful.

It wasn’t just the flawless symmetry of his face or the way the moonlight seemed to worship his hair—it was the way every small expression clung to him with such sincerity, the way his eyes carried both fragility and strength in the same glance.

In the short time they’d spoken, Hendrix had learned far more than he’d expected.

For one, Florian was in love with Heinz—his older brother, the king.

Not just love... but a love that seemed to consume him entirely.

It stirred something foreign in Hendrix’s chest.

Jealousy.

He had never felt it before.

There had never been anything—or anyone—he’d wanted so badly that the thought of them belonging to another could make him ache.

Sure, he’d always wished for Heinz’s approval, wished they could be brothers in truth rather than in name, but that was different.

This was sharper.

This was personal.

Because Florian wasn’t just beautiful. He was captivating. And Hendrix had only known him for less than an hour.

’To all the gods who ever decided to create him... I want to thank them all.’

Then Florian spoke again, and Hendrix’s chest tightened.

"He said he loved me." The prince’s voice cracked, words tumbling between hiccups. "He continued... to... to go to my room. To get in my bed, to touch me, to... do things to me..." His hands kept rising to wipe at his eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

"Then he just forgets! What’s funny is sometimes... sometimes I don’t even think he’s drunk. Sometimes... it feels like he’s aware of what he’s doing. And when I try to tell him... he pushes me away. He acts like he didn’t just..."

Florian’s voice faltered, the rest swallowed by a sharp breath.

Hendrix’s hand twitched at his side before he slowly lifted it, placing his palm against Florian’s back and rubbing in slow, steady circles.

Florian turned his tearful gaze toward him. "I don’t understand why he keeps forgetting." His voice broke entirely. "I don’t know if he’s just... just playing with me. But I... I... even if he was God, I..." He swallowed hard. "I still love him. So much. So much it hurts. I don’t know why... I just... I love him." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Love.

Such a simple word, yet from Florian’s lips it felt like poetry—soft, aching, and alive.

The love Hendrix knew had been his parents’ love: powerful, passionate... and destructive. A love that had brought joy to some and ruin to others.

To him, love had always meant a choice—choosing each other despite every obstacle, every objection.

But from the story Florian told, it didn’t sound like Heinz had chosen him at all.

Hendrix wanted to say as much. To tell Florian that whatever Heinz felt, it wasn’t love.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not when the boy beside him looked so breakable.

Instead, he kept rubbing his back, hoping the gesture might at least anchor him a little.

"God. I... I even..." Florian’s shoulders trembled as he exhaled shakily. "I’m breaking two people’s hearts. I know they love me... they don’t even need to say it. But the only thing I can give them is my body, not my heart. Even then, I only give them my body in a foolish attempt to make His Majesty jealous. To make him remember... all the words he whispers to me at night."

Hendrix hesitated, watching him. Then quietly, he asked, "Why haven’t you given up? You... you seem to be in so much pain."

Florian’s gaze met his, and a small, broken smile tugged at his lips. "As I’ve said... I love him. As much as I want to stop loving him... my heart yearns for him. And I..."

His voice faded again.

Hendrix noticed then—the way Florian’s arm wrapped around his stomach, his fingers curling faintly against the fabric of his clothes. He’d been doing it for a while now.

Hendrix wasn’t sure if it was nausea, or if he had a stomachache from the alcohol.

’I want...to be in pain with him.’

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