After playing a dating sim obsessively, an antisocial 23-year-old programmer named Katsuki dies and finds himself reincarnated as the game's villainous character, Abel Duranne, in another world. He must now navigate his new life as a young boy with...
"Azrael... Duke Azrael," Xavier whispered, trying to wake him gently. "Please, let me go."
Azrael, still half-asleep, murmured something unintelligible and snuggled closer, his arms wrapping around Xavier even more firmly in a spooning position. Xavier's face flushed with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
"Please, Duke Azrael," Xavier pleaded, his voice a bit louder. "I need to go." "Why is this happening," he thought.
Azrael's eyes fluttered open slightly, and he looked at Xavier with a sleepy, content smile. "Stay," he whispered, his voice soft and drowsy. "You're warm."
Xavier's heart raced at the unexpected tenderness. "I... I need to go," he stammered, trying to wriggle free without success. His long silver hair, usually so neatly kept, now spilled across the pillow and intertwined with Azrael's fingers.
Azrael tightened his hold, his face serene. "Just a little longer," he murmured, his eyes closing again. It's been a long time since I've felt this comfortable." Xavier's resolve weakened as he felt the genuine warmth and contentment emanating from Azrael. He sighed softly, resigning himself to the situation. "Alright," he said quietly. "Just a little longer."
Azrael's breathing slowed as he drifted back into a deeper sleep, his hold on Xavier remaining firm. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Xavier couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness and affection that he had longed for.
As the minutes passed, Xavier's initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the rare moment of intimacy, even if it was fleeting. His long eyelashes brushed against Azrael's arm, a delicate reminder of his presence.
"Maybe one day," he thought to himself, "maybe one day he'll understand how much he means to me."
Eventually, Xavier's exhaustion caught up with him, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep, still held in Azrael's embrace. ----- Side note: Azrael Duranne, the widowed Duke of the Duranne duchy. His wife died of childbirth, leaving him alone in this world with his two sons. Azrael hasn't experienced the calming sensation of another's presence in a while. His sleep was peaceful, and he could relax easily. He doesn't sleep well at night, so he falls into a deep slumber when he falls asleep.
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The next morning... The sun peered into the room through the small opening of his curtains. Azrael stirred and slowly woke up. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he realized he was holding someone. He opened his eyes fully and saw Xavier's long silver hair spread across the pillow and his face, peaceful in sleep. Azrael's eyes widened in surprise. Xavier had turned over in his sleep, facing Azrael, who was in shock.
"What...? Xavier...why is he?" he thought, confusion mixed with a strange reluctance to let go. He remembered the events leading up to this moment and sighed softly. He couldn't deny the warmth and comfort he felt holding Xavier close. He sat up slowly and stared down at the sleeping Xavier.
For a moment, Azrael watched Xavier sleep, his heart softening. He gently brushed a strand of hair from Xavier's face, his touch lingering.
"I never realized how pretty Xavier is. His eyelashes are so long, and his skin is so beautiful," he whispered.
"What the hell am I saying, for god sake, he's 18 years old, I'm 35, fuck," he thought.
Azrael took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
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