Please Bear With Me, Grand Duke

The fake daughter of the Kieren viscount. The failed creation of the Marchioness of Veil. The street rat of Luber.

Those were all words used to describe her. No, him.

At least, that was the case before he met Claude Del Ilhar.

Claude quietly gazed at the sleeping Canilian. His golden eyelashes, the same color as his hair, cast a faint shadow over his pale face. No matter how much he disliked outdoor activity, he was far too white and thin. The mark of a changing voice did not stand out on his neck, and above all else, there was a scent on him that was qualitatively different from the sweat of men.

Was it the lavender blooming throughout the marquis's residence? Or the scent of poppies blooming luxuriantly by the river?

As if savoring the scent more, he lowered his head, and his nose touched the soft cheek. Canilian's faint breath tickled his temple. In response, his pulse began beating faster.

'He really must be insane... or maybe I'm going insane.'

Claude sighed in self-mockery and bent his upper body to pick up the cufflinks. The sparkle of the delicately cut emerald reminded him of the color of Canilian's eyes.

In the meantime, Canilian's head, which had tilted sharply to the other side, drooped downward. Claude, still bent over and clutching the cufflinks, twisted his head to look up at Canilian.

Heat starting from his palm, back, and scalp made him break out in a cold sweat. He was captivated by Reon's lips, smooth as if coated in honey.

It must be because of the heat. The hot air filling the car must be driving him crazy.

If not, then he would never... have thought something like wanting to kiss a man.