“Why are you doing this?”
“Is it not allowed?”
Masera’s hand, which had been holding me back from running away, loosened.
But I couldn’t move an inch.
It was because I was captivated by his earnest and yearning gaze.
My head was sending danger signals, but my instincts were like those of a crazy herbivore wanting to be devoured.
Still, usually, you have to resist a couple of times to make it taste better.
‘Oh, no.’
“It’s too allowed!”
However, because my true feelings and words came out reversed, I ended up affirming too vigorously.
My positive circuit automatically deleted the 19+ angst-filled tragedy male lead rumors like, ‘That man turns into a beast at night…!’
A rom-com male lead doesn’t throw the female lead onto the bed or bite her!
I had been thrown once in the beginning, but that was when we had just started building rapport, so it’s different now!
Thump.
In the blink of an eye, the bed sheet touched my back as he pushed me down.
Well, at least he didn’t throw me.
I fell onto the bed with a thud and looked up with trembling eyes.
Masera, who had taken over my space, closed his eyes, took a long sigh, and pulled at the collar of his shirt, undoing a button.
‘Why is he so sensual?’
I stared at his actions, eyes, and expressions one by one as if possessed.
He seemed to regain his reason for a moment and asked in a voice of extreme patience.
“Are you serious? Once we start, I won’t be able to stop, and you’ll have to endure it even if you don’t like it.”
“We decided not to ask or question things like that between us.”
With an assertive spirit, I grabbed his neck, pulled him down, and pressed my lips against his.
I could feel him trembling as if convulsing every time my fingertips touched his firm shoulders and back. Seeing the tips of his ears turn red, my heart started racing even faster.
I was running out of breath because he was pushing me harder than before.
Just as an adult atmosphere was continuing, layering sensations, it happened.
“Ouch.”
I opened my eyes wide and clutched my shoulder.
Masera, who had bitten me again, was startled and examined me.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-yes…”
Fortunately, there was no blood, but after checking the bite mark on my shoulder, I blinked at the air.
“Why do you keep doing this? Are you perhaps hungry?”
Regaining my composure, I demanded an explanation from Masera.
Masera, who was kneeling on the bed as if apologizing, rubbed the back of his neck and pulled at his lips.
“I don’t know either… I’m sorry for hurting you.”
His face was full of guilt.
Seeing that, I suddenly thought of the cheese cat at the official residence, who would purr and receive strokes but suddenly bite your hand.
According to cat exploration books, cats feel a sense of crisis when they are too happy and pleased, thinking, ‘Are they making me feel good to lower my guard? Dangerous.’ and then bite.
“Are you perhaps a cat?”
“I’m a person.”
Masera, who hurriedly took out the ointment he had been applying to his injured lips, applied it to my shoulder.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this either. I’ll make sure this never happens again…”
He met my eyes as I was looking at his narrowed brow, focused on applying the ointment, and flinched, taking his hand off my shoulder.
Then, with a careful touch, he laid me down.
“I’ll reflect on my actions. Good night, then.”
The man, who doesn’t get cold easily, rolled himself up in the blanket, turned his back, and lay down.
“Hey.”
When I touched his shoulder, he flinched as if his weakness had been poked and let out a long sigh.
“What is it?”
“You’re taking all the blanket.”
Masera wiggled his body while maintaining his turned position and shared the blanket.
Anyway, I could tell that he was very sensitive and troubled.
I looked up at the ceiling and sank into deep contemplation.
In my dream, some of the words from the novel <Flowers in a Broken Vase> that my sister was reading kept flickering before my eyes.
At the same time, my sister’s voice and wicked laughter, saying that the female lead was always bitten by the male lead, were faintly replaying.
“It’s the first night of enemies-to-lovers, finally!”
It wasn’t content that would make you smack your lips at all…
It gave me a huge culture shock, as I had only seen light and flower effects + happy laughter + descriptions of fireworks popping.
Suddenly, one line that I remembered particularly well came to mind.
You’ll have to endure it even if you don’t like it.
“……?”
Wasn’t that what Masera said earlier?
But aren’t angst-filled regretful male leads usually dark-haired? All the platinum-blonde handsome men I’ve seen were rom-com healing male leads.
That was the moment.
“A platinum-blonde, uniformed male lead in an angst-filled tragedy? Precious. It’s a different flavor from a dark-haired duke.”
My sister’s voice, which belatedly came to mind, broke my fixed ideas and refuted me.
No, maybe she had been giving me the answer all along, to me, who had been cultivating my own small and precious flower garden from before.
“Gasp.”
I got up in a fright.
To realize the truth only now, after finishing all the incidents, accidents, and conflicts.
Is the man I married really an angst-filled tragedy male lead?
“N-no way…”
Masera, who reflexively got up following me, stroked my back as I muttered in confusion.
“Are you ill?”
I stared at his pathetic face, enduring the stimulation, and his red-rimmed eyes.
It makes sense…
With that beauty, it makes sense. Anyway, we’ll live happily ever after.
* * *
The next day, after spending the night with my eyes open.
While having breakfast together in the room, I was quieter than usual.
‘If the angst-filled male lead’s darkening and obsession start… what will happen to me?’
It’s my first relationship, but isn’t an anxious-attachment + chaotic man too high a difficulty level?
All sorts of ominous imaginations flashed through my head.
The wicked Masera and the pitiful me, trapped in a cage, whimpering and howling.
I have absolutely no immunity to confinement and rough whatchamacallit.
He hasn’t been harsh to me so far, but I had to think of countermeasures in advance in case he turned into an obsession sapling.
‘Should I confine him first before I get confined?’
Masera seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with my attitude, which was strangely awkward like a borrowed cat.
“Are you perhaps angry?”
Masera, who was giving up his meat to me, was watching me carefully.
“I just don’t have an appetite.”
“You ate everything.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll leave anything behind, you know?”
If I’m looked down on, I’ll be confined.
I tried to be strong, but seeing him looking at me with pity, I couldn’t help but weaken. It was like the feeling of not being able to ignore a cat caught in the rain.
“After breakfast, should we call a repairman to fix the music box? We have to help the princess and the soldier dance.”
When I deliberately put on a bright expression and voice, relief spread across his face.
After finishing the meal, we sat side by side and looked at the music box.
Usually, you have to unscrew it, separate it, and take out the spring, but with the current technology, there’s no way to open it, right?
Click.
Masera blinked as he examined the music box.
He could see the spring sticking out slightly. When he carefully pulled it, it slowly came out as if it had a spring attached.
I poked my head out and said.
“I feel like it’ll just work?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Masera pulled the spring and found a gap where the part could fit.
He inserted the part with tweezers and pushed the spring back in, then handed the music box to me.
“Would you like to wind it up?”
“Are you going to blame me if it breaks?”
“You caught me.”
I glared at him and wound the spring very delicately and carefully.
Ting-♪
Soon, a melody of a calm tune began to flow from the music box.
“What is this song?”
‘Love’s Dream’, a melody called ‘Anemoia’ in Masera’s hometown.
The princess and the soldier in the music box slowly approached each other, then held hands and started dancing in circles. A bird circled above the two figures, flapping its wings.
“It’s complete.”
The two figures are finally dancing.
Music is said to be a medium that takes you back to happy times in the past.
It felt like I was peeking into the longing memories of those related to the song.
Masera quietly watched the two figures dancing to the song and opened his mouth.
“I guess this is what Princess Margarita was talking about.”
It seemed to be talking about the sign of becoming happy, which I had vaguely heard when I was shot and losing consciousness.
Loving each other and becoming Princess and Knight together for life. That was the Princess’s wish and the greatest happiness she knew.
It was then that an emotion that could not be expressed in words washed over me like a wave.
“Gasp.”
As soon as the melody ended, the soldier popped out like opening a jack-in-the-box and fell onto the music box panel.
The princess, left alone, seemed to be reaching out to the fallen soldier.
I was anxious and had an uneasy expression.
“The soldier popped out? What if we can’t fix it?”
“Rather than that…”
Masera looked at the place where the soldier had been with a serious face.
“I don’t think we should leave it to the repairman right now.”
Even at this time, I did not know that something tremendous was hidden in this music box.
So excited