Kuroitsuki

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died

In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. 

He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings.

According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live.

So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. 

But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. 

The silly Xion tried to run away but...

 Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand.

"I've heard you tried to run away."

Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" 

Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face.

 "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..."

The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered.

 Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. 

Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble.

"You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married."

Xion "...!!!!"
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This book will lean toward dark romance, but there will be no r@pe. This author doesn't like glorifying SA as romance.

[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

"Oh lord," Xion gasped. His eyes were wide with worry. "You... were you hurt?"

The distress in those deep blue eyes was so real that for a fleeting moment, Darius found himself baffled. Speechless even.

"Not really," he replied after thinking back to the incident. "Just got a broken arm."

Xion pursed his lips. How old was Rael at that time? Maybe six? Seven?

Gently, he leaned forward, taking two small hands in his own, "It must have been so painful," his voice brimmed with admiration. "Yet you endured it. Your Grace, you have courage and strength that even adults envy."

The child's hands were cold. Not the biting chill of winter but a soft, lingering coolness, like the surface of a marble stone that had been sitting in the shade for far too long.

No matter how the sun kissed the world around it, it remained untouched. Some shadows refused to let their prisoners bask in the light.

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