Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: ’Full Name.’

"I died on my birthday," Florian said quietly.

His voice was calm, almost too calm—but his hands trembled slightly where they rested against Heinz’s chest.

The small shake in his fingers betrayed the weight of the truth he had just spoken.

"It was an accident. I was on my way back to my house..."

’He died?’ Heinz’s crimson eyes searched Florian’s face. ’He...was already dead?’

That must have been what the original Florian meant.

"There are still things about him you don’t know."

This Florian... wasn’t from this world. Just a soul drifting, borrowed, placed into the body of a prince long gone.

’He has no body of his own. Not anymore...’

"You’re probably wondering why I still want to go back," Florian murmured, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Why I talk as if going back to my life is even possible."

And again—again—Heinz felt that same pain stab through his chest. A strange, twisting ache he couldn’t name.

He didn’t want to hear Florian talk about leaving again.

He refused to hear it.

"I was hoping that... since the god here is, well, a god..." Florian’s gaze dropped to his lap. "He turned back time for you, Your Majesty. He placed my soul in Florian’s body. I was hoping... maybe he could revive me. The real me."

He swallowed, voice cracking. "Or the next best thing. Maybe put my soul into someone who had just died, someone who didn’t want their life anymore. Anything... I just want to go home. My sister needs me."

Those last words hit Heinz the hardest.

It was in his voice—the desperation. The ache. The longing that bled through every word.

Florian missed someone. Deeply.

And Heinz hated that it wasn’t him.

He wanted to be selfish. He wanted to say no.

He wanted to keep Florian here.

But then... he felt guilt.

He had been the one to tie this soul here, hadn’t he? Even without meaning to.

"Like I said before... I will see what I can do." Heinz finally said, though the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

He raised a hand to gently cup Florian’s cheek, catching him off guard.

Florian’s eyes widened—still startled by such a simple touch.

’Even though he’s sitting in my lap... he still flinches. He still isn’t used to me.’ Heinz noted, both frustrated and enchanted.

He pulled Florian closer, slowly, deliberately.

His lips brushed against Florian’s neck—light at first, then deeper. There were still faint red marks scattered across his pale skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not to Heinz.

He wanted more.

He wanted to mark him everywhere. Every inch.

He could feel Florian relax slightly, feel the warmth of his body, the way it responded.

And Heinz’s self-control—already frayed—began to splinter.

Florian gasped. "Y-Your Majesty?"

He gripped Heinz’s shoulders instinctively.

"Mhm?" Heinz murmured, lips ghosting over the soft skin of his neck. "What’s wrong?"

His voice dipped lower, dark and dangerous, as he gently nibbled at Florian’s neck.

’Adorable,’ Heinz thought, biting his lip to hold back a groan.

’God, his waist.’

Now he did. His hands slid further up, brushing against the sensitive skin of Florian’s sides, and he felt the younger man tremble in response.

"Florian," Heinz murmured, his voice low and rough with want. His lips brushed against Florian’s neck again, hot and insistent, as he breathed in the scent of him. "I want you. All of you."

’He’s mine,’ Heinz thought fiercely, his hands roaming over Florian’s torso, tracing every inch of skin they could reach.

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