Help! Get Me Out of My Sister's Chapter 387: ’Can’t Breathe.’

"Well? What’s going on here?" Heinz tilted his head, voice calm—too calm—but those glowing red eyes said otherwise. They glinted dangerously under his long lashes, a clear sign that sothing was brewing under that cold exterior.

’Shit. He’s mad. He’s definitely mad.’

Florian’s stomach twisted into knots. He knew that glow. That subtle shift in Heinz’s tone—the silk-wrapped steel, the warning before the storm.

But... why? Why was he angry?

Either way, Florian knew better than to let this escalate. Heinz had already been testy all day—probably because of Delilah—and the last thing Florian needed was to be the target of whatever foul mood was simring beneath that sharp, royal facade.

"Lady Scarlett was... just asking her question," Florian stamred, straightening his back as much as the maid outfit would allow. He threw a quick glance at Scarlett, silently pleading for backup.

Scarlett, for once, wasn’t smirking. She nodded stiffly, hands folded behind her like a guilty schoolgirl.

"Really?" Heinz’s gaze sharpened. "Then... why was she so close to you?" His crimson eyes flicked to Scarlett, expression cold. "Well... Scarlett?"

"Uhm..."

Florian’s brain scrambled to co up with sothing. Anything. For obvious reasons, neither of them wanted to admit what their conversation had been about.

Scarlett had practically confessed that Heinz had feelings for Florian... and more dangerously, that she herself had feelings for Athena—a princess, a mber of Heinz’s harem.

’And Scarlett is also part of Heinz’s harem... Oh God.’

The mory of how the original Florian was executed just for sleeping with Hendrix ca back in full force, sending a shiver down Florian’s spine. ’If Heinz did that for a one-ti thing and for soone he allegedly did not care about, what would he do if he knew Scarlett liked Athena.’

Panic clawed at him as his eyes darted around, searching the air itself for an escape—or a convincing lie.

But Heinz... sighed.

"Scarlett." His voice dropped, low and heavy with finality. "Return to your seat. I want to speak with Florian... alone."

Florian froze. Every muscle locked.

Scarlett visibly stiffened too. She glanced at Florian—concern and a clear ’Sorry, you’re on your own now’ look in her eyes—before lowering her head.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Her curtsy was quick, formal. She moved past Heinz, her shoulders rigid as she walked, and Heinz... didn’t spare her a single glance.

His focus was entirely on Florian.

’Why is he so mad?’ Florian’s hands trembled slightly as he gripped the hem of his skirt. ’Does he think I was trying to seduce Scarlett or sothing? Wearing... this?!’

Admittedly, considering how tight, frilly, and downright scandalous this maid outfit was... and the fact that Scarlett swung the other way... it was possible, but Heinz had drawn entirely the wrong conclusion.

Or... maybe the right one. Florian didn’t even know anymore.

The door shut with a solid click. The finality of it sent a bolt of anxiety straight through Florian’s spine.

He gulped, trying to force a nervous smile. "Y-Your Majesty, it’s really... it’s not what you think," he started, hands raised slightly as if trying to calm a feral beast.

But Heinz didn’t speak.

Instead, he stepped forward.

And forward.

And forward.

Florian instinctively tried to back away—only for the countertop to catch him. No more room. His lower back pressed into the cool marble surface.

’Oh no. Nope. Nope. Nowhere to go.’

He swallowed, hard. "Scarlett was just... just asking questions! We—we got into a... a heated debate about it! She said I was wrong, I said I was right. That’s all!"

Still no reply.

Just that steady, unnerving gaze. His heavy boots clicked against the floor, echoing in the kitchen like a countdown.

Closer.

’Why isn’t he saying anything?!’

By now, Heinz was so close that Florian could feel his body heat. His scent was familiar—warm, clean, sothing darkly masculine... but missing the usual sting of alcohol.

Florian’s chest tightened. ’Not now. Not now, brain. Do not think about... about that night. No. NO.’

He felt dizzy. Was it adrenaline? Fear? Or sothing far worse—far more humiliating?

"I... I..." His voice trembled. "I swear... it’s not—"

And then—

A gloved hand caught his chin.

Florian gasped softly as Heinz tilted his face up, forcing him to look straight into those burning crimson eyes.

"Look at ," Heinz commanded, voice low, husky, laced with sothing Florian couldn’t decipher—danger? But why did it seem like possession?

Or... desire?

His other hand pressed firmly on the countertop beside Florian’s hip, caging him in.

’WHAT IS HE DOING?!’

Florian’s mind was going haywire—alarms blaring—every nerve screaming in confusion as his heart thudded violently against his ribcage.

Trapped.

"Y-Your Majesty...?" Florian squeaked, far higher-pitched than he would’ve liked. It was instinctive, slipping out before his brain even had the chance to process it.

His hands instinctively pressed behind him against the counter as if it could sohow swallow him whole.

He swallowed, hard. His throat felt tight. His heartbeat was deafening. Heinz was staring at him—no, devouring him with his eyes.

There was sothing terrifyingly unreadable in that crimson gaze. Sothing that made Florian’s knees weak in the worst way possible.

"Florian." Heinz repeated his na softly, as though testing how it felt rolling off his tongue. It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was... sothing else.

Florian’s pulse spiked. "W-Why... why are you so close?" he managed to stamr, voice trembling, shrinking further against the cold marble behind him.

Heinz tilted his head slightly, his long lashes casting sharp shadows over his blood-red eyes. "I’m as close to you as Scarlett was earlier." His tone was deceptively casual, but his eyes burned like wildfire.

Then, without warning, his gloved thumb brushed beneath Florian’s chin—slow, deliberate, as if testing how fragile Florian really was. "You said it was nothing... so why are you blushing now? Just like you were back then?"

Florian bit down on his bottom lip—hard—trying to ground himself.

’Why is my body reacting like this? It’s just his hand. Just his thumb. Stop. Stop it, stupid Florian.’

But it wasn’t just the hand. It was everything—his scent, his presence, his voice. All of it crashing into Florian’s senses like a tidal wave he couldn’t fight. Every nerve felt like it was lit on fire.

’I hate this. I hate how sensitive I am to him. I hate... I hate that it’s him.’

Heinz leaned in closer.

His long, black hair spilled forward, the strands brushing against Florian’s jaw and collarbone like a whispered threat.

The faint scent of sandalwood and sothing darker—sothing uniquely Heinz—wrapped around Florian, making his head spin.

"Answer ."

Heinz’s voice was nothing more than a whisper now—low, dark, coaxing. Dangerous.

Florian’s legs trembled. His mouth opened, but the words caught.

’No. No, don’t give in. Don’t—’

But for so fucking reason.

For so fucking reason.

Much like that night. That terrible, terrible night—when Heinz had cornered him, pinned him down, kissed him senseless. Much like then, Florian’s body betrayed him.

He broke.

His lips trembled as he muttered, "P-Princess Scarlett was..." He bit the inside of his cheek. "...was teasing ."

Heinz’s thumb stilled for a heartbeat.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp red deepening. "Teasing you... how?" His voice was silk—silk wrapped around a blade.

Florian squeezed his eyes shut for a brief mont. "S-She... she was asking if there was... anything happening between us." His face burned hotter than it ever had before. "She thinks... Your Majesty has... affections for . I—I told her it was nothing. That this test was just... just Your Majesty’s way of acknowledging ."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Heinz’s eyes widened—barely, but Florian saw it. Like sothing he hadn’t expected was just handed to him.

Florian’s heart sank imdiately.

’Shit. Why did I say that? That was stupid. Stupid—What if he gets mad at Scarlett?’

He rushed to fix it. "B-But please! Please don’t be mad at her! She didn’t an it like that! She wasn’t trying to offend Your Majesty or—"

"I see." Heinz finally cut in, his voice quiet... but sharper now. "You were flustered... because soone implied we were together?"

Florian froze, air sucked out of his lungs.

"...Yes?" His voice trembled as he said it.

’Because she was wrong.’

"I see." Heinz said again, but his gaze never wavered. It was sharp—piercing—as if he was trying to read sothing buried deep inside Florian’s very soul.

The silence that followed felt suffocating.

Florian felt like every second stretched into an eternity.

The air between them was too hot, too heavy—too much. His hands were balled into fists against the countertop behind him, desperately grounding himself. His legs wobbled like jelly, trembling under the weight of the mont.

’I can’t breathe. Why does it feel like I can’t breathe?’

Heinz wasn’t even touching him anymore—just standing there. Inches away. Staring. His crimson eyes dark, unreadable. Dangerous.

’What is he thinking? Why won’t he say anything?’

Florian’s own green eyes darted around—anywhere but Heinz’s face. The floor. The cabinets. The damn silver tray in the corner. Anywhere. Desperately searching for an escape that didn’t exist.

He swallowed thickly, trying to muster the courage to push the suffocating tension away. "Uhm... don’t you think... y-you should go now, Your Majesty?" he stamred out, voice cracking at the edges. His fingers nervously tugged at the hem of his skirt. "T-They might find it... strange... that you’ve stayed here for this long... and I— I still have to cook."

It was desperate. Awkward. Begging without outright begging.

Anything—anything—to get him to step back.

But Heinz didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

"Mhm." Heinz humd low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down Florian’s spine.

His next words were muttered almost like a growl, his voice laced with sothing both frustrated and dangerously sincere.

"I want to stop this fucking test."

Florian’s eyes shot wide open. "Huh?" he blinked, stunned.