I Can't Escape This BL Story

The sunlight crept into Adrien's room as morning broke, its rays spilling over the desk where his journal still lay open. He stirred awake, the weight of his plans still fresh in his mind. His thoughts immediately returned to the southern province and the famine. The problems felt endless, yet Adrien knew he couldn't falter.

A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. "Your Highness, may I enter?"

It was Damian. Adrien sat up and adjusted his robe before replying, "Come in."

Damian stepped inside, carrying a tray with breakfast. "I thought you might need some nourishment after last night's planning," he said, his tone as steady as ever.

Adrien smiled faintly. "You always think ahead, Damian. Sometimes I wonder if you read my mind."

Damian set the tray on the small table near the window and turned to Adrien, his gaze unwavering. "Your Highness, I serve you. It's my duty to anticipate your needs."

Adrien chuckled softly as he got out of bed, brushing his hair back with his fingers. "Sometimes I think you're more dependable than anyone else in this castle. It's reassuring… and a bit scary."

Damian tilted his head slightly, a rare flicker of amusement crossing his face. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Adrien sat at the table, picking up a piece of toast. As he ate, he glanced at Damian, who stood quietly by the window, his posture rigid and formal as always. The sunlight highlighted his sharp features, and for a moment, Adrien found himself staring.

"You don't have to stand there like a statue," Adrien said, breaking the silence. "Sit with me."

Damian hesitated but eventually took the seat across from him.

"Damian," Adrien began, his voice softer now, "thank you for trusting my decision last night about the assassin. I know it wasn't an easy call to follow through on."

Damian nodded. "It wasn't my place to question your judgment, Your Highness. You always have a reason for what you do, even if I don't understand it at first."

Adrien set his toast down, leaning forward slightly. "Still, I appreciate it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm making the right choices, but knowing you have my back… it helps."

Damian's gaze softened, an almost imperceptible shift in his demeanor. "You're stronger than you think, Adrien. You'll find the answers you seek."

The use of his first name caught Adrien off guard, and his heart skipped a beat. Damian rarely broke formalities, and hearing his name in that low, steady voice felt strangely intimate. Adrien quickly looked away, his cheeks warming. Silently in his mind he felt like if only someone would have loved him enough to use first name, but still didn't want it to be BL.

"Well, let's hope you're right," Adrien said, trying to keep his tone light.

Damian smiled faintly, the expression barely noticeable but sincere. "I am."

For a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Adrien glanced at Damian again, his chest tightening with a feeling he couldn't quite place. He quickly brushed it aside, reminding himself of the tasks ahead.

"I'll need your help again soon," Adrien said, breaking the silence. "There's a lot to prepare before my trip to the southern province in Three months time."

Damian asked why he was going to the southern province, Adrien replied I just want to go for sight seeing around those part, won't it not be wise for a future king to do so.

"Of course," Damian replied, his composure returning. "I'll make the arrangements."

Adrien nodded, finishing the last bite of his breakfast. As Damian stood to leave, Adrien reached out, lightly grabbing his wrist.

"Damian," he said, his voice quieter now, "thank you."

Damian looked down at him, his expression unreadable for a moment before he gave a small nod. "Always."

Adrien released his wrist, and Damian left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Adrien leaned back in his chair, his hand still tingling from the brief contact. He shook his head, pushing the thought away.

There's no time for distractions, he told himself. Focus on the plan.

But even as he turned back to his journal, his thoughts lingered on the quiet bond between them—a bond that, for reasons he couldn't explain, felt like it could withstand anything.