"Why… are you angry?" Heinz asked, blinking hard. He hadn't expected this.
Not this kind of reaction.
It was the first time he had ever seen Florian like this—genuinely seething.
Not anxious, not afraid, not flustered.
Just angry.
And Heinz could feel it. The air between them was sharp with it, every word Florian spoke vibrating with heat.
Florian's chest rose and fell, his voice breaking through the tension. "Your Majes—" He stopped himself, his lips curling. "No. Heinz. How… how delusional are you?"
Heinz stiffened. "Pardon? Delusional?" His brows furrowed.
'First time he's calling me by my name willingly out of our bedroom...and it's to call me delusional?'
"I just confessed my feelings for you, and you call me delusional?"
Florian's laugh was sharp, bitter, nothing like his usual soft chuckles. "Delusional doesn't even cover it. You don't realize how stupid you sounded."
