Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 550

"Hendrix!"

Florian's voice cracked through the empty corridors, the sound echoing back at him like a plea that no one wanted to answer.

His chest heaved, breath ragged from running, his throat raw from shouting.

The palace halls were deserted. Every servant was preoccupied with the ball—pouring wine, carrying trays, tending to the nobles and their endless demands.

The distant music and laughter bled faintly through the stone walls, a cruel reminder of the celebration still alive while he fell apart.

But Florian hadn't seen Hendrix since the beginning of the night. Not near the ballroom. Not beside Monica.

Not among the crowd.

Which could only mean one thing.

He had to be nearby.

Watching.

Waiting.

Because where else would Hendrix be?

He always lurked, always appeared at the most inconvenient, precise moments.

"Hendrix!" Florian called again, louder, his voice breaking on the name.

Silence.

The shadows did not stir.

The air remained still.

No smug smile appeared from the corner of the hall.

Hendrix didn't come.

Florian clenched his trembling hands at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. 'Where the hell is he now, when I actually need him?'

But then the thought came sharp, cruel—what did he even need him for?

His emotions were spiraling, high and reckless. He knew it. This wasn't reason, it was desperation.

What would he even tell Hendrix if he did appear?

That he wasn't the real Florian? That he needed his help to fix a life that didn't belong to him?

The absurdity of it made a bitter, shaky laugh catch in his throat. He pressed a hand against the wall, his vision blurring as tears smeared his ruined makeup down his cheeks.

His hair clung to his damp skin, mussed from running and clutching at it in frustration.

And in that moment, with his smeared face, his disheveled clothes, his broken cries filling the empty hall—he realized.

He must've looked exactly like him.

Like the original Florian.

The one who had once cried through these same halls. The one who had once begged, once been ignored, once shattered under the weight of love turned cruel.

The resemblance was too bitter, too cruel, and it made Florian's chest tighten until he could barely breathe.

'I really hate this.'

The thought clawed through Florian's mind as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, hot trails against his already raw skin.

His feet moved aimlessly, carrying him deeper into the halls, but he had no idea where he was going.

Each step was shaky, his body trembling with exhaustion and heartbreak.

"Hendrix…" His voice cracked as he whispered the name, almost like a plea. "Where are you?"

But the moment he spoke it, the wrong face appeared in his mind.

Heinz.

Heinz's face, impossibly vivid—the rare softness of his expression despite the terrifying aura he always carried.

The gentleness of his voice when he had spoken Florian's name. And the confession… the words Florian had tried so desperately to shove into the deepest corners of his heart.

No.

'Don't think about it! Stop thinking about it! This isn't your body.' He bit his lip hard enough to taste iron, shaking his head. 'You have to get home. Kaz needs you. And Heinz… Heinz is selfish.'

But it was already too late.

His chest ached. That unbearable pain spread like fire under his ribs, suffocating him. His heart was pounding so violently it felt like it might break apart.

It hurt.

God, it hurt so much.

He staggered, his legs threatening to give out again, but he forced himself forward. One step. Then another.

And another.

Until suddenly… he stopped.

The air was different here. Cooler. Gentler.

It carried the faint sweetness of blooming flowers.

He blinked through his tears and turned his head.

The garden entrance.

He was standing right at it, the tall gates leading into a wash of moonlight and shadow.

And there—

In the middle of the garden, framed by the pale glow of the moon and the shimmer of flowers, stood a lone figure. Silent. Still. Looking up at the sky as though the world below meant nothing.

'Is that…?'

Florian's breath caught.

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