[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: What If I Kissed Those Eyes?

Soft.

That was the first thing Xion felt when he came to his senses.

No chirping from the system. No voices. Just... softness.

Something warm cocooned his body, and for a moment, he thought he might still be dreaming.

He tried to move, but his eyelashes felt glued shut. Even with effort, he couldn’t lift a hand.

His mana was still dangerously low, enough to keep him weak for days, though not enough to kill him.

He would need a few days to recover or maybe even weeks.

Still, that wasn’t the most pressing concern right now.

With the system’s pain-dampening shield finally faded, the ache had returned. A slow, dull throb had started to pulse through every inch of him. Even his knuckles hurt.

Then came the faint sound of fabric rustling. Soon a gentle pressure settled on his head.

The scent of herbs filled the air, mingling with something faintly metallic... blood, maybe?

Xion wasn’t sure what he sensed was real, but he did not bother with it. In the next moment, his senses latched onto something else entirely.

A woody fragrance, rich like cedar, laced with a subtle sweetness.

His curled black lashes trembled as he forced his eyes open.

He blinked once, then again, trying to clear the woozy blur clouding his vision.

"Awake?"

The voice was familiar to his ears by now. It was deep and composed tinged with a softness it rarely carried.

Xion’s sluggish gaze lifted, and the first thing he registered was red. A bright crimson robe, hanging loose around broad shoulders, doing little to hide the body beneath.

But what caught his attention wasn’t the exposed skin.

It was the scar.

A thin, pale line had been carved across Darius’s chest.

That mark had been his doing. His desperation to purge the cursed mana, to save the very man now leaning over him with such calm grace.

Suddenly, guilt twisted low in his chest.

He had marred something so beautiful.

His gaze dragged upward, slowly, as if afraid to look, afraid of what he might find in those familiar eyes.

But the Archduke’s face was calm. Only those pale green eyes, like polished jade, looked back at him with an obvious smile.

Just for a moment, Xion wondered what would happen if he leaned in?

What if he kissed those eyes? Would they blink in surprise? Or would they narrow in disgust?

Before he could drown further in that dangerous spiral, a gentle pressure brought him back to his senses.

Long fingers gently combed lightly through his raven black hair, smoothing back damp strands stuck to his forehead.

Then a soft cloth dabbed carefully at the sweat on his skin.

Xion flinched slightly. Not from pain, but from the tenderness.

"Pain?" Darius asked again.

It was only then Xion realized his body had tensed unconsciously.