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

Ray slung an arm over Allen's shoulder, letting his full weight sag against the taller man.

"What's taking them so long?" he whined. Even when he did not deliberately show it, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

The knight's childish grumble was a far cry from the stern, disciplined soldier he'd been just moments ago in front of Darius and Nikolai. Now, he was all about drooping shoulders and slurred complaints.

Allen stood like a wooden post, letting Ray's weight press against him.

The knight commander must be exhausted... not that Allen could blame him. Ten hours on horseback would drain anyone.

"Ughhh," Ray groaned, dragging out the sound. "I swear my bones have turned into soup. I think I am going to die."

"You'll live," Allen muttered. "But if you start drooling on my shoulder, I'm dropping you."

"You did," Allen shot back without missing a beat.

Ray scowled. "That was a long time ago!"

What Could Go Wrong If He Pretended To Be Darius' Fiancé?"