Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: ’The Night That Will Change Everything.’

Hendrix lifted the earrings from the box with careful fingers, the golden pieces catching the faint light, their delicate shine almost unreal in the dim room.

Slowly—deliberately—he reached for Florian’s ear. His movements were smooth, almost practiced, yet Florian could feel it: the slightest tremor running through Hendrix’s hand, a crack in the mask of confidence he wore so easily.

’He’s nervous...’

The thought hit harder than it should have. Hendrix always carried himself with polished arrogance, with that dangerous charm that disarmed and unsettled in equal measure.

But right now—leaning close, his breath brushing against Florian’s skin, his touch hesitant—Florian could see through the veneer.

The soft, sensible prince the novel once spoke of was bleeding through the cracks. The truth of him, not the mask.

The earring clicked softly into place. Hendrix lingered there, fingers hovering as if reluctant to pull away, before finally moving to the other ear.

Florian sat frozen, his breath shallow, letting the other man work in silence.

And again—he felt it. Hendrix’s focus, his restraint, the quiet reverence in the way he moved. As though Florian were glass, fragile, breakable, precious.

’He really would have been perfect for the original Florian...’

The thought made his chest tighten unexpectedly, a sharp ache he didn’t know what to do with.

When Hendrix finished, he finally drew back, just enough to look at him properly. His smile was gentle now, stripped of all mockery, his eyes softer than Florian had ever seen them.

"Beautiful," he said, voice low, unguarded. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."

’Really, the original Florian should be the one hearing this.’

Florian blinked at him, startled by the weight of those words.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Just stared at him, heart hammering far too fast, as though trying to decipher what he was supposed to feel.

The smile on Hendrix’s lips faltered when the silence stretched. Concern flickered in his gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I..." Florian’s lips parted, but no clear words came.

’What do I even want to say?’

The truth pressed at his chest, suffocating him. He wanted to speak of the original Florian. Wanted to admit that he wasn’t the same person

Hendrix thought he was. Perhaps he even wanted to tell Hendrix everything.

But that would mean betraying Heinz.

’Am I willing to betray Heinz... for the sake of Florian?’

The question rattled in his mind, clawing for an answer.

Before he could think further, Hendrix’s expression shifted, sharp and alert. His head tilted, as if catching something Florian could not. "Someone’s outside the door," he murmured, his voice suddenly low and urgent.

Florian stiffened. "What?"

Hendrix’s lips pressed into a line. "I have to go."

A knock thundered against the wood, sharp and clear, breaking the air like a blade.

"Your Highness? It’s me. Are you ready to go?"

Florian’s eyes widened. "Cashew?"

’Ready to go?’

His voice was barely a whisper. "Didn’t he just leave—?"

"To avoid being caught by my brother," Hendrix cut in, his tone clipped. His eyes lingered on Florian’s face one last time. "I placed a barrier to conceal myself, but... the time inside doesn’t move the same as outside. Which means..."

Florian’s stomach dropped. ’The ball—’

’Now that’s new.’

’I’m guessing this is Floramatrian inspired...’

’He noticed them immediately.’

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