Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel! Chapter 218: Audacious

Leon stood in the doorway, towel clinging to his hips, water droplets still glistening on his skin. The steam in the bathroom made everything feel hot.

He glared at Riven, who leaned against the wall with a smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the mont.

"Don’t you have any manners?" Leon’s voice was sharp, but it wavered slightly, betraying his anger. "How dare you barge into a king’s room like that?"

Riven raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "I knocked and called out to you. When I heard water noises, I thought you were in trouble! Lions can’t swim well, you know?" His smirk widened, and the playful glint in his eyes made Leon’s heart race.

Leon’s scowl deepened as he tried to ignore the way Riven’s gaze flicked over his exposed muscles. "That’s not the point! You don’t just walk in on soone like that—especially not when they’re... Busy!"

"Well, if I had known that before... I would’ve offered to help." He laughed cheekily.

Leon’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson as the embarrassnt washed over him, and he shifted, desperately trying to find solace in the towel. "That’s not funny," he muttered, avoiding Riven’s gaze.

"Though it might sound funny to you, I was being serious... Do you... Need a hand?" Riven laughed, a bright sound that echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

Leon caught Riven’s gaze lingering on his exposed muscles, and his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassnt and sothing else he couldn’t quite define. "Get out!" he barked, voice sharper than he intended.

Riven’s eyes widened in mock surprise, then his hands shot up in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright! I’m going!" he laughed, stepping back and giving a dramatic bow before slipping out of the room. "As you wish, your highness."

With the door clicking shut behind Riven, Leon let out a long sigh, the rush from the encounter slowly faded, and he could finally breathe.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, taking in his own physique—broad shoulders, defined arms, and the way the towel accentuated his waist. A hint of pride swelled within him.

"Not too shabby," he murmured to himself, flexing slightly as if testing his own strength. The remnants of his embarrassnt began to fade, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

Yet, the mory of Riven’s eyes on him lingered, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. Why did it feel different this ti?

Leon shook his head, trying to dismiss the thoughts. "Get it together, Leon," he muttered under his breath. Did he like it... Kind of... But it was not the first ti he was appreciated... It was the first ti he was appreciated this shalessly, though.

Others might have turned their head away and admired him from a distance, but not Riven. Shaless!

Leon stood in front of the mirror, the steam from the bathroom slowly dissipating. With a deep breath, he let the towel drop to the floor, revealing his bare skin. As he caught his reflection, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

Humph, this king can forgive his transgression. I am just that attractive.

He flexed his muscles, watching the way his biceps tightened and how his abs defined themselves under the soft light.

Slowly, he reached for his simple black shirt hanging nearby. The fabric was tight, and as he pulled it over his head, he could feel it cling to his torso, accentuating every curve and contour. No wonder that wolf wanted him to wear it.

Next, he grabbed his trousers, slipping them on with ease. The material wrapped around his legs comfortably, giving him a perfect fit that highlighted his form.

Perfect.

The lingering thoughts of Riven flashed through his mind, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to explore between them. The more he suppressed those thoughts, the more they ca up.

Leon’s mind drifted back to the morning’s riding lesson, a warmth pooling in his stomach. He could still feel the sensation of Riven pressed up against him on the horse. The mory was vivid enough to spark a fire within him.

As they rode together, Leon had taken the lead. Leon could sll the refreshing scent of Riven—sothing earthy mixed with a hint of fresh grass—and it was intoxicating. Every breath he took filled him with a raw desire. Maybe that was why he was being quippy, he had to make sure to stop those thoughts.

The way Riven leaned into him, trying to find his balance, sent jolts of heat coursing through Leon. His heart raced as he felt Riven’s back against his chest, the warmth of Riven’s skin igniting a primal urge.

He was young, he was a king, so what if he experinted? And who better to experint than soone like Riven?

Leon’s thoughts spiralled into a haze of longing. He imagined what it would be like to turn Riven around, to capture his lips in a heated kiss, to feel their bodies entwined not just on the horse but in a more private setting. The thought sent a rush through him, quickening his breath.

"Fucking hell."

Leon took a mont to collect himself after the ride mories faded and opened the door to find Riven leaning against the wall, his playful deanour still intact. The sight of him sent an unexpected flutter through Leon’s stomach, but he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.

"What do you want?" Leon asked in a casual tone.

Riven straightened up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I have a task for you," he said, his voice teasing. "It’s nothing new, really. I’m feeling hungry, and I was hoping you could cook for —and, you know, feed too."

Riven had like two days left with Leon, he was going to make the most of it before going back to Ronan.

Leon raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorfra. The scowl on his face was more of a playful pout than genuine annoyance. "Seriously? This again? And you want to cook too... How audacious."

Riven only smiled as his tail wagged with excitent.