Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 547

"Why… are you angry?" Heinz asked, blinking hard. He hadn't expected this.

Not this kind of reaction.

It was the first time he had ever seen Florian like this—genuinely seething.

Not anxious, not afraid, not flustered.

Just angry.

And Heinz could feel it. The air between them was sharp with it, every word Florian spoke vibrating with heat.

Florian's chest rose and fell, his voice breaking through the tension. "Your Majes—" He stopped himself, his lips curling. "No. Heinz. How… how delusional are you?"

Heinz stiffened. "Pardon? Delusional?" His brows furrowed.

'First time he's calling me by my name willingly out of our bedroom...and it's to call me delusional?'

"I just confessed my feelings for you, and you call me delusional?"

Florian's laugh was sharp, bitter, nothing like his usual soft chuckles. "Delusional doesn't even cover it. You don't realize how stupid you sounded."

Heinz's patience snapped at the edges. His jaw tightened, teeth gritting as irritation burned through him. "What… are you talking about?" His voice was low, dangerous.

But Florian only laughed harder, the sound hollow and aching.

"First of all—you love me? That's rich. That's funny. You wanted me as your queen? To marry me?"

His voice rose, filled with fire as his eyes glistened. "How the hell did you expect that to happen when I feel NOTHING for you?"

The words struck Heinz like a blade. He froze. His breath caught in his throat. "You… feel nothing for me?" The question slipped out, softer, almost wounded despite his pride.

Florian scoffed, his expression twisting. "You're surprised?"

For a moment he hesitated, the fire in his eyes dimming into something more painful. But only for a moment. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he pressed forward.

"You've dragged me around like a pawn, forcing me into whatever you wanted, tossing me into danger over and over without a shred of explanation. You never told me the truth, not once. And still—I obeyed. I did everything you asked."

His voice cracked, but he pushed through it, louder now, harsher. "Even… even letting you touch me. Even letting you have me!"

Heinz's breath faltered.

"And all I ever asked for—"

Florian's voice broke off suddenly. His eyes widened, the anger in them shifting into something Heinz couldn't quite read. Realization. Pain.

Slowly, step by step, Florian closed the distance between them until Heinz could see the trembling in his lips, the hurt in his stare.

"Did you even mean it?" Florian whispered, his voice shaking. "When you said you'd help me get my body back? When you said you'd help me go home, get back to my body—did you mean any of that?"

His words cut like knives, but Florian's next demand was worse. His voice was cold, raw, and commanding. "Tell me the truth. Don't you dare lie to me."

Heinz's mouth parted. His chest tightened, anger and pride and frustration boiling over.

And then he said it.

"No. I did not mean it." His voice was flat, cold, sharp as steel.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Heinz's own anger was rising now, swallowing the sting of Florian's words. He couldn't understand why Florian was lashing out like this—why he was spitting denial in his face after everything.

After all they'd shared. After every moment, every gaze, every touch.

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