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

The long eyelashes quivered as they slowly fluttered open, revealing dazed blue eyes.

A dull ache throbbed at the back of Xion's head, and his body felt strangely heavy as if he had been asleep for ages. The lingering traces of a dream slipped from his grasp like water through his fingers.

He frowned. What was it? He had seen something… someone… but the details eluded him. Nevertheless, one thing remained. The vivid warmth he felt seemed to linger in his heart.

The scent of aged wood and melted candle wax filled his nose as he blinked away the haze clouding his mind.

The ceiling above him was cracked, its once-white paint peeling away to reveal the bare structure underneath.

The window frames were empty, void of glass, allowing the breeze and dust to float lazily in the dim morning light.

A Long Sleep