Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 534

"Our… dance?" Florian mumbled, blinking rapidly as the word sank in.

Right. Their dance.

For the past few days before the ball, Heinz had been insistent on it. Insistent in that unyielding way of his.

Florian had tried to refuse, claiming he didn't know how to dance, but Heinz had dismissed it as though it were nothing.

No practice, no explanation, no chance to even prepare himself. Heinz had simply told him it would be fine—and Florian, as always, had been cornered into agreeing.

Now it was here.

Heinz's thumb brushed gently against his cheek, the warmth startling in contrast to his piercing gaze. With his other hand, he extended an open palm toward him. "Shall we?"

Florian froze, his chest tightening as the weight of the room pressed in. He could feel the stares, the whispers—every single pair of eyes was fixed on them, but especially on him.

He didn't want this. Not the way it looked.

Not the way it felt.

Dancing with Heinz, in front of everyone, was… too much. It wasn't just formal or polite. It was romantic.

Painfully romantic.

It was the kind of scene ripped straight out of a novel—Romance 101. And Florian already felt he had been far too intimate with Heinz lately.

Adding a dance on top of that? It made his heart twist uncomfortably.

But still…

A dance meant closeness. A dance meant Heinz couldn't slip away. It meant Florian could finally ask him about the letters Kazaria had spoken of—the ones the original Florian had supposedly received.

If Heinz knew about them, why hadn't he said anything? And if he didn't… could he help Florian uncover them?

'I guess I have to.' His gaze lowered to Heinz's waiting hand, his breath shallow.

Slowly—hesitantly—he laid his hand atop Heinz's.

The moment he did, the world shifted.

Every light in the ballroom snuffed out at once, plunging the room into darkness. Gasps and shouts erupted around them like a storm.

"What's happening?""The lights!""Is there… a problem?""Is this an emergency?"

Chaos rippled through the crowd.

Florian's heart leapt, panic tightening his grip on Heinz's hand. He felt Azure jolt from his arms, the little dragon leaping away from his hold.

Where he landed—on the floor, on Heinz, or elsewhere—Florian couldn't tell. His mind was fixed only on the suffocating dark pressing in from every direction.

"Your Majesty, what happened to the lights—" he started, his voice shaking.

But then—

A glow.

Not the return of the chandeliers. Not the ballroom's brilliant golden light. This glow was softer, gentler—an ethereal blue drifting into existence around them.

Florian's breath caught.

'My butterflies?'

The luminous wings flickered in the air, fragile and beautiful, the only source of light in the darkened hall.

"What are they doing here?" Florian whispered, barely audible, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

To his surprise, Heinz's voice came just as quietly, a murmur meant for him alone. "They're here to dance with us."

Florian blinked, confusion flashing across his face. "To… dance with us?"

Was Heinz...joking?

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