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The moment unfolded with a slow and heavy pulse, as though the very air in the cavern weighed on Rewan's limbs. He barely registered the two golden-armored guards flanking the chamber entrance, their spears clicking against the floor as they stepped aside in unison. They didn't flinch at the sight of their liege, the crown prince, dragging Rewan by his armpits into the room. Not a flicker of emotion crossed their stony faces, though whispers danced at the edges of Rewan's hearing—murmurs of speculation, curiosity, and quiet judgment.
Rewan hung limp, his feet skimming over polished marble floors as he was pulled into the chambers. His vexation clouded everything: the whispers, the stares, even the prickling heat of shame that should have risen in his cheeks. His eyes drifted to the opulence around him—the royal chambers were nothing like the cold, rough stone outside. Here, marble walls gleamed in the soft glow of gilded chandeliers, while intricately carved furniture lined the space, each piece worth a fortune. Yet, in all this splendor, Rewan felt like little more than a ragdoll.
The half-open door of a nearby bedroom caught his eye. Silken sheets lay in disarray on the floor, belongings probably worth billions per piece scattered haphazardly. And there, amidst the chaos, a figure reclined on a canopy bed—silver lashes casting shadows over a pale, serene face, chest rising and falling with shallow, rhythmic breaths. The duvet had been tossed aside, leaving the man's torso bare, the soft light tracing the contours of his perfectly toned body.
Rewan's breath hitched, his eyes refusing to leave the sight. His gaze trailed over the subtle ridges of muscle, the way his skin seemed to glow in the dim light. There was something... ethereal about him, something that made Rewan's heart skip a beat.
"Rewan." A voice slid through the air like a cold breeze at the back of his neck, low and dangerous. "What are you looking at?" The question was sharp, almost biting, but it was all buried beneath his familiar frigid, indifferent tone. But Rewan didn't turn away. His gaze remained fixed on the silver-haired man, his attention drawn like a moth to flame. He wasn't used to this side of the crown prince—the jealousy, the possessiveness. It flared unpredictably, turning his usual aloof behavior into needy and childlike tantrums. His lack of obedience to the harsh words was an attempt to tame the childlike tantrum personality that surfaced and scared him half to death most of the time.
As Rewan's eyes drank in the man's perfectly sculpted chest and his smooth, pale skin before him, his mind wandered. A warmth stirred within Rewan, something he couldn't quite place. He wasn't typically drawn to appearances, yet something about this person... Rewan's lips parted slightly, and before he realized it, a thin trail of drool escaped his mouth.
A hand shot up, covering Rewan's eyes. "No more," the prince's voice came, louder this time, a warning barely concealed in the words.
Before Rewan could protest, another voice, thick with sleep, interrupted him. "Brother... you're back?" The silver-haired figure stirred, sitting up with a yawn. His body stretched with a feline grace, revealing those same chiseled abs flexing as he moved. His voice was low, playful, carrying a hint of mischief. "I missed you."
The crown prince's face remained impassive, but his grip on Rewan tightened, his next words clipped and firm. "Put on a shirt."
But the silver-haired man wasn't paying attention. His half-lidded gaze shifted, landing on Rewan for the first time. His eyes, still drowsy from sleep, sparked with a hint of curiosity and mischief.
Rewan swallowed. He could feel the man's presence like static in the air. That only happened when Rewan was so excited he accidentally released a burst of mana to his surroundings with wavebending. His eyes glittered with excitement as the man approached. His curiosity only deepened, mixing with confusion—why did this guy affect him so much? Rewan wasn't the type to be swayed by looks, but now, all he could think was...
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How to be the Villain When Every Character Likes Me
RomanceI was reincarnated into the Young Master of the Alsar dukedom, the villain of the novel "Romance in the Time Passing". However, there was one problem. I had never read the novel, and the system that told me I must maintain the plotline wouldn't tel...
