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âItâs not like Theo and I are rivals anymore, so this much should be fine,â Luke thought. To him, being the âvillainâ was nothing more than an obligatory setting he had to maintain, despite not wanting it. Personally, he also thought highly of Theo.
The fact that they had fought so hard as rivals was proof of Theoâs exceptional abilities. As a soldier, Theoâs extraordinary talent, combined with his refusal to rest on his laurels and constant hard work, was something Luke knew better than anyone.
Perhaps being in opposition to the protagonist had allowed him to see Theo clearly. And so, he couldnât stand seeing that uncharacteristically drained expression on Theoâs face. With their roles finished, wouldnât a little comfort be acceptable?
âTheo⦠Theo.â
He hadnât expected such a reaction.
Theo grabbed Lukeâs wrist and pulled him closer, closing the distance between them to less than a handâs breadth. Luke could feel Theoâs breath on his skin, making the situation unbearably awkward. The grip on his wrist wasnât painful, but it felt strangely warm.
Theoâs expression was complicated. His brows were furrowed in an unfamiliar way, and there was tension in his eyes. For a moment, Luke thought Theo might be angry, but a closer look showed otherwise.
The proximity made Luke just as uneasy. Theoâs figure, filling his field of vision, felt unfamiliar.
âLuke, donât touch me like that again.â
ââ¦What?â
Lukeâs voice grew sharp instinctively.
âI was comforting you. Did it offend you that much?â
Luke felt frustrated. Whenever he tried to approach Theo, there was always this strange tension, like Theo was hurriedly erecting a wall between them. Yet Theo had no qualms about making lighthearted remarks, calling him âcuteâ or âpleasant to look at.â
It had been the same when Theo abruptly left Lukeâs estate in Calum. Though the misunderstanding had been cleared and Luke had let it go, Theo had never properly explained what had happened that morning to make Luke misunderstand in the first place.
Luke genuinely wanted to get along with Theo. Now that things had reached this point, and they would be forced to cooperate more in the future, he wanted to let go of past grievances and at least maintain a friendly, if not comradely, relationship.
But this? He had offered comfort, only to be met with such a reaction.
âWell, Iâm terribly sorry. I didnât realize touching the exalted Commanderâs body was such an offense. Or should I say the esteemed young dukeâs body?â
Luke didnât want to be petty, but his mouth had a way of moving on its own in moments like this. Twisting his wrist to free himself, he spoke with biting sarcasm.
âFine. I wonât touch you again. Disgusting and pettyâ¦â
âThatâs not it.â
But instead of letting go, Theo tightened his grip. Then, without warning, he pulled Luke into an embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist.
âHey, what⦠what are you doing?â
Luke froze at the unfamiliar sensation, but as their eyes met, he involuntarily swallowed hard. Theoâs expression was incredibly emotional. The man who usually handled everything with cold rationality now wore confusion and turmoil on his face, baring his complicated emotions directly to Luke.
âI donât know what to do.â
âWhat?â
âWhen you act like this⦠I donât know how Iâm supposed to respond.â
Even Theoâs voice trembled slightly, and Luke felt like he was seeing a new side of him.
âWhat do you mean? Just act the way you always doâ¦â
If someone offered comfort, they could either brush it off with a casual remark like âI didnât expect that from youâ or sincerely say thank you. Either response would have been typical of Theo.
But why was he acting like someone faced with an unsolvable problem, like a child lost and unsure?
âI canât do that. At some point, I stopped being able to remain calm around you.â
Luke swallowed again. It couldnât be. It just couldnât. Even if the sky split in two and the earth crumbled, something like this shouldnât happen. Yet Theoâs words carried an unusual weight.
âEven the things you say offhandedly⦠I canât just let them slide anymore. I donât know why I feel this way. So, Luke.â
Theo leaned in closer. As Luke instinctively closed his eyes, their foreheads met with a soft thud.
Luke opened his eyes slowly. Theoâs dark eyes seemed to absorb all the light, leaving Luke breathless.
âUntil I figure out why Iâm like this, or until this strange feeling goes away, I want you to stop shaking me up. If it keeps happening, I donât know what I might do to you.â
âWhat⦠what do you mean, what you might doâ¦â
Lukeâs throat bobbed nervously. Theoâs gaze swept over Lukeâs flustered face before finally settling on his lips.
ââ¦I donât know. Just, please.â
Luke opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The overwhelming sensations made him uncomfortable: the firm but gentle grip around his waist, the unyielding hold on his wrist, the warmth from their foreheads pressed together, and Theoâs shallow breaths.
Knock, knock.
âYoung Duke,â came Gwenâs voice from outside the study.
âPardon the interruption, but I need to consult you about managing the estate.â
âYes. Wait outside for a moment,â Theo replied without breaking eye contact with Luke.
Theo lingered for a moment longer, as if trying to etch Luke into his memory, before finally pulling away.
âIâm sorry for touching you like that. Itâs late. Get some rest.â
With those words, Theo left the study. The sound of the door closing snapped Luke out of his daze. He exhaled sharply, as if surfacing from deep underwater, and took several deep breaths to steady himself.
âDid he eat something weird?â Luke muttered, staggering to lean against a nearby bookshelf. His legs felt weak, as though they might give out.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â
Lukeâs expression grew serious as the thoughts started to sink in. Replaying Theoâs words in his mind, he couldnât help but notice how much they resembled a confession to someone they likedâ¦
âWhat the hell am I thinking?â Luke muttered to himself, laughing nervously as if heâd gone mad.
***
Luke stirred under the blankets, twisting and turning before slowly opening his eyes. His thoughts momentarily froze as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and the unaccustomed air made him feel disoriented. Soon, however, he rememberedâhe had come to the capital yesterday and was staying at the Dukeâs estate.
Mornings were, in many ways, Luke's greatest weakness. He didnât wake up easily, his thoughts moved sluggishly, and he found it hard to recall anything quickly. On top of that, he hadnât even gotten a proper nightâs sleep, thanks to the bomb Theo had dropped on him before leaving.
Knowing he had to report to the Imperial Army Headquarters today, Luke forced his heavy eyelids open and managed to sit up.
The unfamiliar bed had worked in his favor, waking him earlier than planned. On any other day, rising early would have been a monumental challenge for Luke.
âSeriously⦠I couldnât even sleep because of that guy, Theoâ¦â he muttered, sighing as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His groggy, half-open eyes didnât serve him well as he stumbled and stubbed his toe against the bedside table.
âAh, damn itâ¦â
He barely suppressed a shout, hissing through gritted teeth as he rubbed the throbbing area. The pain reminded him of something Pale had once said to him:
âCaptain, if you ever get ambushed in the morning, itâll be a disaster.â
Luke remembered how Pale, having witnessed him nearly tumbling down the stairs a few times, had eventually burst out laughing after holding it in. At least back in Calum, heâd gotten used to his home enough to avoid bumping into things. Here, though, he had only spent one night, and his spatial awareness was still completely off.
Yawning, Luke opened the door, only to sense someone nearby. Startled, he froze as a figure emerged.
âYouâre awake, sir?â
A servant appeared suddenly, bowing politely. For a brief moment, Lukeâs heart jumpedâhad he really been ambushed? He quickly gathered his composure.
âYes⦠but is there something going on?â@@novelbin@@
Otherwise, why would someone be lurking here so early in the morning? Luke, unaccustomed to being served or pampered, found the encounter awkward. He couldnât recall asking for anything or needing help.
âI was waiting to assist you with your morning preparations,â the servant explained, his tone respectful but matter-of-fact.
âWhat?â
âI was informed that you have difficulty waking up in the mornings. It seems thereâs concern you might trip or fall down the stairs and hurt yourself, so I was instructed to ensure that doesnât happen.â
Lukeâs sleepiness evaporated in an instant. Wait, what? He was waiting here the whole time? Until I woke up?
âWho⦠who gave that order?â Luke stammered.
âPardon? Ah, the young duke personally instructed the head butler to arrange it.â