Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 12

Hanbal bit his lip, a surge of anger rising within him as he gripped the hem of his shirt tightly. The desire to stab this man in the heart consumed him—a visceral need that felt almost primal. He envisioned a large knife, its blade glistening, coated in poison and salt, the perfect instrument to reenact his desires. The man before him was broad and imposing, reminiscent of a bear, with muscles that rippled beneath his skin. The man's large paws closed around him in a vice-like grip, and Hanbal gritted his teeth, fighting against the surge of panic.

In that instant, he realized the extent of his vulnerability—stripped of most of his clothing, he was left with only a thin shirt and shorts that offered little protection. The cold air brushed against his skin, heightening his awareness of the precarious situation. He could feel the roughness of the man's grip, a reminder of the power imbalance between them.

Even though Hanbal was internally an old man, he was still in a young child's body. So he felt it was creepy and strange to be sleeping skin-to-skin with a child, especially as a grown man such as Rayder himself.

"U-um, brother... Please let me go.." He whispered gently while unwrapping Rayder's arm around his waist. Rayder's large and rough palm left a reddish mark on Hanbal's light skin, making Hanbal slightly flinch as unwelcomed thoughts raced through his mind. If a mere touch can bruise Hanbal.... He shook his head and tried his best to eliminate those dark thoughts. He'll just have to make sure his wild imagination will never come true. Hanbal sighed as the man beside him refused to let him go. He desperately wants to beat this man up. Perhaps push his down the open window. But he cherished his 2nd life more. Who knows, maybe he'll reincarnate again, but to a shittier romance novel.

"Good morning, Hanbal. I trust you enjoyed a restful slumber," Rayder spoke, his fingers gently affectionately rubbing Hanbal's waist. The sunlight pouring in from outside illuminated his slightly tanned skin and amber-colored eyes. They glowed like a pair of beautiful jewels that could rival even the sun. Much like a respected aristocrat, he spoke like a true gentleman.

Hanbal cringed slightly at the overly dramatic display. His eyes felt like it was gonna burn from looking too hard. What is this? Why are these people so beautiful but with such horrible personalities? Are the readers masochistic? Why do they make pretty people have the worst personality?

"Brother, please excuse me. Papa said he wants to see Hanbal when he gets back. I do not want him to wait." Hanbal said gently and secretly congested himself for speaking fluently, like a true aristocrat! He searched around Rayder's handsome face. At first, there was no emotion- it was like staring at a blank wall and hoping for something to happen. But as Hanbal stared harder, he saw a swirl of darkness twisting in Rayder's golden eyes, before it went dim and cold.

"Very well..." Rayder said after a long silence. Hanbal smiled internally and rushed to leave, but the hold Rayder had on him was like a pair of platinum chains. Instead of letting go, he picked Hanbal up by the armpits and walked out the door, his steps slow and steady, as if he was purposely taking his time. Like a fish caught in a net, Hanbal twisted and struggled until he gave up and laid his head on Rayder's broad shoulders.

'Stupid snake. I am not a kid.'

"Before we go, let us see that you are suitably attired."

Huh?

Before he knew it, they made it to the bathroom. Hanbal felt cold water splashed all over him. Oh.

Panicked, he began to struggle and twist, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still a child. Unbothered by the barking chihuahua in his arm, Rayder set Hanbal down and turned to call for some servants to fill the tub. But he heard shuffling behind him and before he knew it, Hanbal was gone.