Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 164: Addictive

As they passed by numerous towns, the mountainous terrain flattened a little, but the snow and chill, however, remained the same. It was the territory of the snow leopards after all.

At the top of the mansion stairs, Soren stood still, his golden collar glinting faintly against the fur lining of his pale coat. His black eyes were sharp, focused, and unblinking.

He had been standing there for twenty minutes.

Waiting.

If Riven did not return as per the agreement, he was prepared to go to the wolf clan himself and drag him back.

The second the carriage wheels crunched up the gravel path, he straightened. He didn’t move until the door opened, and Riven, all sparkling green eyes and bouncing black hair, leapt out.

"Soren!"

He practically launched himself at him.

Soren opened his arms without hesitation, and Riven collided against his chest with enough force to make him take a step back. The half-wolf wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him like a child.

Ahh, my favourite male lead, my dear little yandere. I am back!

Riven teased, grinning up at him. "Missed me? You missed me. I can feel it."

Soren’s arms closed around him, possessive and firm. "You’re late."

"Aww, were you counting the minutes? That’s adorable."

Soren didn’t reply. He lowered his eyes instead, and they caught on something that immediately darkened his expression. He looked down further. Riven’s left leg was wrapped in neat white bandages.

He’d heard about the injury, of course. He made it his job to know everything about Riven—from his whereabouts to what he ate for breakfast. But seeing it wrapped, fresh and real, stirred something far darker than worry.

"You’re wearing the collar," Soren said instead. Trying his best not to comment on the bandages... Not yet.

Riven grinned and jutted out his chin. The golden collar shimmered under his scarf, the embedded gemstones catching the light.

"Of course! I love it. Makes me look expensive, doesn’t it?"

Soren was obviously pleased that it stayed on. Of course it did. Only he could open it, no one else could. He made sure of that.

"So that wound of yours-" Soren did not continue the sentence he simply stared at Riven intently.

Riven sighed. "It’s nothing, Soren. Really."

Soren’s eyes narrowed slightly. "That useless dog let you get hurt."

Riven paused. "What?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Nothing."

Riven squinted. "No, no, what did you just say?"

Soren gave him a smile that looked more like a baring of teeth. "I said nothing."

Riven didn’t believe him for a second. But before he could push, Soren crouched slightly, wrapped an arm around his legs and another around his back, and hoisted him effortlessly into the air.

"Wha—?!"

"You’re injured. You shouldn’t walk."

"I can walk just fine! Put me down!"

"No."

Soren turned and strode toward the doors with his usual graceful predatory gait, completely unbothered by Riven’s squirming. Riven, for his part, flailed dramatically.

"I just came back and you’re bossing me around already!" Riven complained and whined.

"Don’t you like it that way, though?" Soren remarked casually as he climbed up the stairs.

Well, was it true? Yes, yes, it was. He was thoroughly a submissive brat waiting for Soren to order him around. He would only behave this way with Soren though, no one else! Because Soren was his favourite.

Behind them, Troy stood frozen with his mouth wide open.

Still open.

It was a full ten seconds before he blinked and let out a strangled, half-laugh, half-sputter.

"The ’vacation’ is coming at a good time. I need some time to recover from what I just witnessed." Troy shakily said before getting into the carriage.

Inside the grand bedroom, the moment they crossed the threshold, Soren deposited Riven with surprising gentleness onto the edge of the bed. The sheets were cool beneath Riven’s palms as he steadied himself, his green eyes glittering with both curiosity and mischief as he watched Soren wordlessly crouch before him.

Soren didn’t speak. His focus was absolute as his hands reached forward and carefully cupped Riven’s injured leg. Riven shifted slightly, he didn’t intend to tease Soren, he sat obediently and let Soren do what he wanted.

The bandages were clean, professionally wrapped, but the outline of the wound beneath was unmistakable. Slowly Soren began to undo the wrapping, unraveling the layers until the wound revealed itself. A clean scab stretched across the wound, the surrounding skin tinged with an angry red that clashed starkly against his pale complexion.

His fingertips grazed the edges, featherlight, but with a precision that made Riven shiver.

"That tickles," Riven said with a half-laugh, trying to defuse the tension in the air. "What are you planning to do?" Riven asked with eagerness.

Soren didn’t respond. His fingers hovered over the inflamed skin, tracing gently along the outline as if memorising it.

"How did it happen?" he asked again, his voice even, but low, dangerously low.

Riven blinked. "I told you, it’s nothing. Just a scratch." It was just a surface level cut!

"Riven."

The sound of his name, said so calmly and softly, made something cold crawl down Riven’s spine. Soren was really scary when he wanted to be. Riven gulped nervously. He made his heart race with fear and nervousness but he still wanted this man. This yandere man was too addictive.

He sighed, letting his shoulders drop. He knew that tone. Soren wasn’t going to let it go.

"...Fine. But promise you won’t get mad."

Soren said nothing.

"That’s not promising," Riven muttered, then drew in a breath. "Troy and I... We may have cooked up a little plan. You know, clever, strategic, mostly safe."

Riven remembered how Soren would repeat that he liked his possessions in mint condition. Was he mad because he went ahead and got himself hurt. But he could always heal! He will be back in mint condition in a few days.

Soren’s gaze didn’t waver. His hands were still holding Riven’s ankle, thumbs gently circling the skin just above the scab.

"...Go on."