I Will Fulfill the Role of the Villain

Chapter 111

Theo’s fingertips tingled from the soft, pliant sensation against them, a warmth curling low in his stomach. It was just a fleeting touch, and yet, it felt strangely electrifying.

If his lips actually touched—

Theo stared down at Luke, caught in a web of thoughts he knew were absurd. He was well aware that touching another person without permission was unacceptable, yet when it came to Luke, these intrusive, reckless thoughts surfaced more and more.

Years of discipline and etiquette drilled into him by the ducal family seemed to crumble in moments like this. He bit his lip, shifting slightly. As he did, Luke’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, his face smooth yet subtly expressive even in sleep.

Just as the space between them dwindled to a mere fraction, Luke’s eyelids fluttered open.

Their gazes locked—deep brown clashing with obsidian black.

For a moment, neither moved.

Luke’s long, delicate eyelashes trembled as he blinked, his eyes still hazy from sleep, unfocused at first. But then, clarity returned, and his expression shifted.

“...What the hell—”

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