[BL] I Accidentally Summoned A Demon Husband Now He Won't Leave-Chapter 23: Intimate Sensation

Elliott barely had time to process the words that had just left his mouth before Charles’ sharp, piercing gaze locked onto him. It was an intense stare, unwavering, as if questioning his audacity.

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

The way Charles stared at him with a calm, unbothered, almost challenging made Elliott’s stomach twist with unease. That gaze seemed to be asking him:

What do you think? Or are you trying to say that being gay is a bad thing?

Elliott felt his throat go dry. His body stiffened. He wanted to say something, anything to clear up whatever misunderstanding had just formed, but no words came out.

He gulped.

Of course, it wasn’t bad. He knew that. He had never thought it was.

So then... why was he so on edge? Why did he ask? Why did he even care?

It was him. He was the problem. He was the one overthinking this. That was all.

Before he could talk himself further into his own spiral, a sudden thud echoed from outside the room.

Elliott’s body jerked in surprise.

Then, a loud, desperate voice followed filled with frustration and determination.

"Charles! No matter where you are, I’ll find you!"

Elliott froze.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest as a chilling realization settled over him.

He had unknowingly stumbled into the middle of a dangerous standoff. His body tensed, his heart pounded violently in his chest, and an inexplicable wave of unease settled over him.

He had to get out of here.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, warm breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

His entire body locked up.

Charles leaned in close—too close—until Elliott could feel the heat of his bare skin against his own. Then, in a deep, mocking whisper, Charles spoke, his voice smooth and dangerous.

"You better fcking keep quiet if you don’t want to get me in trouble."

Elliott shuddered.

Before he could even process those words, Charles continued, his tone turning sharp, edged with amusement and warning.

"And if you do... you’ll be getting on my bad side. I don’t think you’d like that unless, of course, you want to be my enemy?"

Elliott’s lips snapped shut.

Not because of the threat itself.

Not because of the implied danger.

No, that wasn’t it. It was something else. Something worse. Something humiliating.

It was because of what Charles’ voice—low, smooth, and dangerously close—was doing to him.

Because of the way Charles’ breath sent a shiver down his spine.

Because of the way his body reacted, heat rising to his face, a strange, unfamiliar tightness curling deep in his stomach, a wave of confusion washing over him so violently he could barely think straight.

No.

No.

No.

Elliott bit his tongue hard, almost drawing blood. He forced his eyes shut, trying to suppress the involuntary reactions his body was betraying him with.

He was straight.

He was straight.

I am straight!

The words repeated in his mind like a desperate mantra, a prayer that he needed to believe.

But then... why was he feeling this way?

He had been certain, completely certain, that day when he stood before the Demon King Azrael and had confidently declared, "I’m straight!"

That day, there had been no doubt.

That day, he had believed it with his entire soul.

But now... standing in this cramped bathroom, with Charles pressed so damn close, his voice in his ear, his breath on his skin—

Suddenly, Elliott wasn’t so sure anymore.

He felt like he was losing something, his sense of self, his certainty, his control.

Seconds stretched into what felt like hours.

Elliott remained frozen, trying to will away the traitorous thoughts forming in his mind, trying to convince himself that none of this meant anything—

Until the voice outside sighed loudly in frustration.

"Fine! If I eventually find you, I’ll make sure you moan my name until your voice disappears as punishment!"

What the hell?!

The sheer audacity of that statement made his stomach churn. He couldn’t fathom the kind of confidence it took to yell something like that so boldly. But more importantly.... how had that person failed to check the one obvious place Charles could be hiding? They had searched the room, flipped things over, yet they hadn’t even thought to open the bathroom door?

Elliott let out a slow, relieved breath as the sound of the room door slamming shut finally reached his ears. He stayed still for a few extra seconds, just to make sure the person was really gone.

Then, without hesitation, he yanked himself away from Charles, breaking free from the close proximity that had been suffocating him. Without even thinking, he threw the bathroom door open and stumbled out.

Charles followed behind him lazily, moving with an air of indifference, as if nothing had just happened.

Elliott, on the other hand, was falling apart.

He had completely forgotten why he had even come here in the first place.

At this moment, he didn’t care about his original purpose.

There was only one thought running through his mind—

I need to get out of here before I do something reckless.

Without wasting another second, he moved.

His feet hit the floor, and he ran toward the door with everything he had.

But just as he was about to reach it, something pulled him back.

For a split second, he felt his body caught unto something.

But he didn’t dwell on it.

He refused to.

He pulled forward with more force, ripping himself free, putting everything he had into that next running step—

And then—

Clank!

The unmistakable sound of fabric loosing filled the air.

Followed by the sound of something hitting the floor.

Elliott’s body instinctively turned back, his brain barely keeping up with what had just happened—

And then—

His heart stopped.

Because standing before him—completely and utterly exposed—

Was Charles.

His towel had fallen to the floor.

And he...

He was naked.

Elliott’s mouth went dry.

His breath caught in his throat.

His brain screamed at him to look away.

But his eyes—his traitorous eyes—refused to obey.

And for the first time in his life—

Elliott genuinely thought he might pass out.

Because standing there, bare, unbothered, and looking as confident as ever—

Was Charles.

And Elliott had never been more f*cked in his life.

"What the fuck?!"