I got transmigrated into a rated-19+ dark BL novel.
And not just into any character—but into the body of the main bottom, Eren, who gets thrown onto a bed the moment he lets his guard down!
No way! I must protect my chastity!
“Are you Eren Nefendis?”
“…No, I’m not.”
“You are. You’re the one who scarred my face.”
But then, something that wasn’t in the original story happened.
…Sorry, what? I must’ve misheard. Did you just say… kidnap?
‘Wait. Actually, maybe that’s better?’
If it’s between being defiled by those lunatics and getting kidnapped… kidnapping might be the better option.
‘Besides, this guy…’
He’s totally my type!
“Um, if you’re going to kidnap me anyway, could you take me now?”
“…What?”
“Just hurry up and kidnap me already. I won’t run, but if you feel like you really have to tie me up, here—take this.”
And so, Eren found himself kidnapped, living a peaceful life as a hostage with absolutely no one bothering him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I just wanted to get some fresh air and look around—”
“With your body covered in my marks?”
Ashard’s golden eyes flared with possessiveness as he narrowed them dangerously.
“You’re mine.”
He whispered in a low voice, stroking the robe draped over Eren’s shoulders.
His large, calloused hand slipped past the robe and up to the nape of Eren’s neck.
“And obviously, that means you, wrapped in my things, are mine too.”
Oh my god, this man is insane!
“Maybe I should mark you, just in case you try to run.”
Ashard rubbed his thumb against Eren’s pale nape.
“Here should be visible enough, right?”
…Shit. I take back the kidnapping.
