The Villain Is My Sweetheart! [BL]

Carefully placing Eron on the bed, I searched the room for a first aid kit. After rummaging through the drawers, I finally found it—along with a clean t-shirt.

I dipped a soft cloth into fresh water and gently wiped his face, clearing away the dried blood and dirt. Then, with slow, careful movements, I applied medicine to his wound.

Eron flinched slightly but remained still, not making a single sound.

My heart ached. How much suffering had this kid endured to be so used to pain?

"Does it hurt too much?" I asked anxiously, watching how he gripped my shirt tightly.

Eron glanced at his hand, as if only now realizing he was clutching me, then slowly shook his head.

"So it hurts… but not too much?" I sighed. "Then what should we do? Haa… I know! I have a way to ease the pain. Magic!"

Eron's eyes widened slightly. "Magic?"

"Yeah! Do you want me to show you?"

For the first time, curiosity sparked in his expression. "Will you show me… if I ask?"

"Of course!" I grinned.

Acting like a magician, I dramatically waved my hands and whispered an incantation—"Abracadabra!"—before lightly blowing on his wound.

"How is it? Did my magic work?" I asked with a smirk.

Eron blinked in amazement, his small fingers touching the bandaged wound. "It… doesn't hurt now! Wow!"

I chuckled. Of course, it doesn't. I had already applied the bandage.

"It's nothing! I can do much more than that!" I boasted proudly.

His clothes were still damp and covered in dirt, so I handed him the clean t-shirt. "How about you change? The one you're wearing is quite dirty."

I helped him out of his tattered shirt, but what I saw beneath it made my stomach twist.

His body was painfully thin.

His ribs were visible, his arms and legs no thicker than twigs. He looked five, even though he was eight.

Before I could say anything, a faint growl echoed through the room.

Eron stiffened, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"You haven't eaten anything, have you?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

I glanced at the clock—past midnight.

They let a child go to bed hungry. Do they have any conscience at all?

I exhaled, trying to control my anger. "Wait here. I'll get you something to eat."

Leaving him behind, I headed toward the kitchen, my mind filled with nothing but rage. How could they treat him like this?

…

I rushed out, eager to find the kitchen—only to realize I had no idea where it was.

The mansion was massive, its long hallways stretching endlessly in every direction. With no choice but to wander, I turned down corridor after corridor, searching for any sign of the kitchen.

However, after some search I found myself standing in front of a slightly open door, where light spilled through the gap.

I hadn't meant to stop, but voices from inside caught my attention.

Peeking in, I saw Adam and Lisa.

Lisa sat on the bed, her posture tense, while Adam sat beside her, gently holding her hands. The air between them felt heavy, thick with unspoken emotions.

"Lisa…" Adam's voice was low, almost pleading. "How can I make you understand? It's not what you think. I never once wished to forgive those who made our lives a living hell. But now… she's gone. She paid for all her sins." He sighed, rubbing his forehead before continuing. "I didn't mean to go there to bring Eron here.

But when I saw that child, abandoned and alone in that state… I couldn't turn my back on him."

Lisa's shoulders trembled, and when she spoke, her voice cracked with pain. "So, what do you want me to do? Just forget everything?" Her voice shook, her pain laid bare. "Our child—she never even let me hold him. Not even once."

Her fingers curled into the bedsheets as fresh tears spilled down her face. "Tell me, Adam… how am I supposed to forgive her? How am I supposed to accept her child?"

She choked on a sob, lowering her head. "I know my actions are cruel… but I can't. Not in this lifetime, I just… can't."

I felt my chest tighten.

Then, without warning, tears rolled down my own cheeks.

I hastily wiped them away, startled. Why… am I crying? I didn't even know these people. So why did their pain feel so real?

Not want to discover in such situation, I decide to leave. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to refocus. Eron is waiting.

After finally finding the kitchen and gathering food, I rushed back to the room.

…

The next morning, waking up beside my favorite character was something I never could have imagined.

It was… comforting. A moment I wanted to last forever.

But the sound of approaching footsteps outside shattered the peace.

Knock.

Before I could react, the door opened, and Adam stepped inside. His eyes immediately landed on Eron sleeping beside me.

His brows furrowed in surprise. "What's he doing here?" he asked in a low voice, careful not to wake him.

I hesitated for a moment before answering. "I brought him here."

Adam's gaze sharpened slightly. "Do you know who he is?" His voice held a hint of curiosity.

I blinked innocently. "How would I know? I just found him in the living room last night. He looked cute, so I took him here."

Then, tilting my head, I added, "Uncle, who is he?"

Normally, the word Uncle came out from my mouth. Thinking back, Aryan never once called Adam or Lisa Mom or Dad. Even though Lisa was his biological aunt, and he had been legally adopted into their family after his parent's death, he always addressed them as Uncle and Aunt. [However, they wished to hear something else from him.]

Adam hesitated for a moment before replying, "He… He is Eron. Someone who will be living with us from now on."

Someone?

Isn't he your nephew?

Why did he phrase it like that?

Something felt off, but I didn't push further. Instead, I smiled. "That's great! Now I have someone to play with."

Adam sighed. "Shh… he is still sleeping."

Then, as if remembering something, he added, "I almost forgot—your friend is coming over today. Get ready quickly."

With that unexpected announcement, he left the room.