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 "...!!!!"

[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

Just as Xion thought everything was going great, something happened to Allen.

To others, there might not have been anything noticeable. After all, the alchemist always maintained a poker face, but after living together for so long, Xion could easily tell when something was off.

Allen was tense. His jaw was slightly clenched, and no matter how hard he tried to play it cool, the way his fingers curled tightly around the glass was enough of a giveaway.

If not for the quality of the glass, Xion might have seen yet another live demonstration of one shattering at a banquet.

That seemed to bring Allen back to his senses. His grip loosened slightly, and the tension on his face eased a little. "Hmm."

Xion already felt guilty. They had spent the entire day running around the market. Who wouldn't be tired?

He certainly was, and he knew Allen must be as well. Yet he had still dragged him along.

No Peace for the Wicked