[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Darius Wants All Of Xion

A crush could spiral into many different emotions.

Love. Hate. Regret. Grief.

But there was something even more dangerous than all of these combined. Obsession.

Darius moved through the silent hallways of his Wing, each step echoing softly against the polished stone. His expression was calm, almost lazy, with an airy smile lingering at the corner of his lips.

Honestly, he couldn’t even name the exact moment it had begun.

Was it when Xion had dared to scold him, and he had let him go without punishment? Or maybe it was the moment Xion had shielded him from orc blades, with his thin back.

Perhaps it was the moment he first tasted the delicate dishes Xion had crafted.

Or maybe... it had been even earlier.

The first time the clumsy healer had stumbled into his arms, blinking up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

Darius chuckled quietly to himself, a low, velvety sound that could have sent Xion on another swoon.

It didn’t matter when. The result was the same.

He had fallen.

No, he had plunged, headfirst, straight into a pit he could never crawl out of. Not that he wished to.

At first, it was simple curiosity.

He wanted Xion nearby — like a pet, like something precious, he could keep close and shelter. That was all. At least, that’s what he had told himself.

But the years apart had stripped away every single illusion.

When Xion had left, taking his small, bright presence with him, Darius had learned the full depth of the hollow carved into his chest. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

For four long years, he had watched. He had diligently studied and learned from the people living in his kingdom.

He noticed how they reacted when someone left them so suddenly. How they grasped at things that slipped away. How they regretted too late.

He was not going to be like them.

So he had planned it all with meticulous care. The art of seduction was far more delicate than war.

Darius smiled faintly as he turned a corner.

Xion was afraid of coldness. Then he would show him warmth.

Xion craved kindness. Then he would become gentle.

Xion wanted safety. Then he would build him a fortress.

Anything Xion desired, he would give. And in return, all he wanted was a simple word.

Everything.

All of Xion. His smiles, his frowns, his shy glances, his sleepy mumblings.

His entire soul.

Because now that he had seen Xion again, all he wanted was to take a bite of that soft, milky skin.

This was just the beginning.

He would woo Xion slowly, sweetly, tenderly.

And by the time Xion realized what had happened, it would be too late.

Darius’s lips curved into a soft, predatory smile. He could hardly wait.

He arrived at the door of the newly built kitchen — a place that hadn’t even existed in this part of the castle before.

Darius, who once ate merely to survive, now had a fully functioning kitchen stocked with all the spices, herbs, and ingredients Xion could ever want.

He had ordered the finest cocoa beans months ago. Hot chocolate, the first drink Xion had ever made for him, was the one he had welcomed him back with. He knew Xion’s taste.

The head chef bowed low, moving quickly under Darius’s gaze. The dishes were delicate, colorful, painstakingly arranged in beautiful patterns. They would soon be ready for feasting.

Left with such wounds in this bitter cold, they would wish for death long before it came, especially in that dungeon.