The Young Male Protagonist Who is Destined for Ruin Fell for Me - Chapter 11

Even after carrying me up the stairs to his room, Kyle showed no signs of fatigue. In fact, he looked satisfied, as if he was finally getting something he’d long wanted.

…Goodness. Here was the intense, passionate younger man, clearly struggling to contain his desire, and the way he licked his lips to cool their heat—how was it so enticing?

Our eyes met briefly before he looked away and carefully set me down on the plush bed.

“One moment, my lady.”

Maybe he was a bit drunk on the scent of the alcohol I’d been drinking, or maybe he was just giving in to the moment.

Swallowing hard, he shrugged off his jacket with an almost uncharacteristic urgency.

With a soft thud, the jacket fell to the floor, leaving his well-defined frame illuminated by the moonlight, barely contained by his white shirt.

…Oh my. Look at those arms—about to burst out of his sleeves. How can someone look this tempting in a simple shirt?

For a moment, I almost considered giving in and inviting him to lie next to me. But quickly snapping out of it, I looked around the room to distract myself.

The chill that washed over me helped me clear my head.

The first impression I got of Kyle’s room wasn’t its spaciousness but its emptiness.

Despite the furnishings and decor, there was an undeniable coldness to the room.

The space was grand, even larger than an entire floor of the Diane estate, and boasted a gorgeous view of the night sky beyond the windows. From the bed, you could see the Chaield estate’s renowned rose garden in full bloom.

Yet, somehow, lying here felt lonely.

Even with Kyleian Chaield right beside me.

A feeling of solitude, isolation, and emptiness.

Had Kyle always gone to sleep feeling like this, especially since becoming the duke?

…No, stop. Don’t start feeling sorry for him. Pitying someone isn’t respectful.

Trying to settle my thoughts, I fiddled with the fabric of my nightgown when Kyle let out a quiet laugh.

“…Are you pitying me right now?”

“….”

To my surprise, he didn’t look offended. Instead, he climbed onto the bed, gently cupping my face.

“Pity counts as affection too. So, give me all of it.”

“…What?”

“Amelia, I want you. Your heart, your body, every bit of affection you feel—I want it all to be mine.”

“….”

“And I always get what I want.”

Oh my. That was one dangerously bold confession.

Somehow, hearing him say even pity counted as affection made him seem… a little vulnerable.

Here he was, acting like he was ready to devour me, yet waiting for my permission. It was almost… endearing.

But something told me that if I gave in now, I’d lose the upper hand. I needed a way to keep this man in check.

You’ve got this. Think of it like all those virtual pets you trained in games as a kid.

Sure, Kyle was human, but the principles of keeping someone on their toes applied to everyone—whether they were people, predators, or even hamsters.

In a sultry voice, I said, lifting the hem of my nightgown slightly, “Kyle, turn around for a moment. I need to change.”

“…!”

“If you peek, I’m walking out.”

Not that he couldn’t stop me if he really wanted to.

Surprisingly, Kyle obeyed, turning around without hesitation. I quickly tossed aside the robe and slipped into the nightgown.

The design was even more revealing than I’d realized.

To manage someone like Kyle, who could have anything he wanted, I’d have to keep what he wanted just barely within reach.

Kyle carried me up the stairs to his room without the slightest sign of weariness. Instead, he looked entirely satisfied, as if he was finally on the verge of getting something he’d been yearning for.

…Oh, my. Here was the intense, younger male lead, his eyes burning with desire, barely able to contain himself. The way he ran his tongue over his lips, trying to keep his cool—it was far too enticing.

Our eyes met for a moment before he looked away, setting me down gently on the soft bed.

“One moment, my lady.”

Maybe it was the lingering scent of the wine I’d had, or perhaps he was simply savoring the moment. Swallowing, he hastily slipped off his jacket, a flash of urgency replacing his usual composure.

With a soft rustle, his jacket fell to the floor, exposing his lean, muscular frame under the moonlight, still barely restrained by his white shirt.

…Goodness. Those muscles, just barely contained, looked ready to burst. Since when could a simple shirt be this captivating?
For a split second, I almost threw caution aside and invited him to lie down beside me, but I caught myself, letting my gaze drift around the room to regain focus.

The slight chill in the air helped clear my head.

Oddly enough, my first impression of Kyle’s room wasn’t “spacious” but “bare.”

Despite the tasteful furnishings and decorations, it had a certain coldness, a touch of emptiness.

The room itself was vast, even larger than a full floor of the Diane estate, and if I turned just slightly, I could see the breathtaking nightscape through the windows. Leaning back against the headboard, there was a perfect view of the Chaield estate’s famous rose garden.

Yet, lying here somehow felt strangely isolating.

Even with Kyleian Chaield right here beside me.

Loneliness. Solitude. Isolation.

Was this the feeling Kyle had been facing each night since he became duke? Perhaps even before that?

No, stop. Pitying him wouldn’t be right.

I tried to regain my composure, fiddling with the fabric of my nightgown, when I heard Kyle let out a low chuckle.

“…Are you pitying me?”

“….”

To my surprise, he didn’t seem bothered. Instead, he climbed onto the bed, reaching out gently to touch my face.

“Pity is a kind of affection too. So give me all of it.”

“…What?”

“Amelia, I want you. Your heart, your body, every bit of affection—I want it all to be mine.”

“….”

“And I always get what I want.”

Oh my, that was a bold statement.

Somehow, hearing him say that even pity counted as affection made him seem… just a bit vulnerable.

Here he was, looking as if he was ready to pull me close, yet still waiting for my permission. It was almost endearing.

But something told me that if I gave in now, I’d lose the upper hand, and I needed a way to keep this persistent man in check.
You’ve got this. Think back to all those virtual pets you raised as a kid.

Sure, Kyle was human, but keeping someone intrigued worked universally—whether it was people, predators, or even hamsters.
In a lazy, seductive tone, I said, lifting the hem of my nightgown just slightly, “Kyle, turn around for a moment. I need to change.”

“…!”

“If you peek, I’ll walk right out.”

Not that he couldn’t stop me if he wanted to.

But, surprisingly, Kyle obeyed without hesitation. Quickly, I tossed aside my robe and slipped into the nightgown. The design was even more revealing than I’d anticipated.

If I wanted to keep someone like Kyle—who could have anything he desired—on edge, I’d have to keep what he wanted just out of reach.