Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 97: Bath

Ronan and Soren were standing in the hallway, glaring at each other like two wolves ready to rip each other’s throats out. Ronan had a bedsheet wrapped around his waist, tied almost like a towel, his bare torso exposed and gleaming under the dim light.

His silver hair cascaded over his shoulder in a messy but alluring way. Soren, on the other hand, looked as handsome and intimidating as ever, his eyes narrowed and full of barely concealed fury.

Riven raised a brow, his lips quirking up in amusement. "Seriously, guys? Why so serious?"

Both men froze and looked over at him, their tense expressions faltering for just a moment.

He glanced between them again, and his thoughts wandered into dangerous territory. Soren’s looking hot as always, and Ronan’s just casually half-naked like some kind of seductive beast... A random thought popped into his mind, and he couldn’t help but wonder, if they did it, who would be the top?

He barely managed to keep his musings to himself, biting his lip to avoid voicing them out loud. That was a mental image they weren’t prepared to deal with.

Soren’s eyes flicked down, and his frown deepened as he noticed Riven wearing Ronan’s shirt. The possessiveness in his gaze sharpened to a cutting edge, and before Riven could even blink, Soren was in front of him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him into his arms. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Riven’s tail shot straight up in surprise, and he instinctively put his hands against Soren’s chest to balance himself. "Woah—"

Soren’s voice dropped to a low, almost growling tone. "Go back to our room and change your shirt before I rip it off of you."

Riven blinked, caught off guard, but he didn’t miss the heat in Soren’s eyes. Was he jealous? That was honestly kind of cute, but also a little bit terrifying. He couldn’t help the mischievous grin that slipped onto his face, especially when he felt Soren’s grip tighten as if he was worried Riven would slip away.

Before he could say anything smart, Ronan stepped forward and snatched Riven’s wrist, yanking him back with just as much determination. "Let him go," Ronan ordered, his voice firm and commanding.

He did not want Riven to be treated like this, he told himself. The reality was he hated that Soren was touching Riven, holding him so close.

Soren didn’t relent, keeping his arm around Riven’s waist while Ronan tugged on his wrist. Riven felt like a human rope in some ridiculous tug-of-war, and his annoyance started to bubble up.

"I’m not letting him go," Soren snapped, his grip on Riven’s waist tightening possessively.

"And I’m not letting you take him," Ronan shot back, pulling harder.

Riven’s eyes narrowed as he was being yanked back and forth between them, his arms getting sore from the force. His tail flicked irritably, and he raised his voice to get their attention.

"I’m going to get my hands pulled off at this rate! Stop it!" Riven scolded, yanking his hands free from both of them with surprising strength.

Ronan’s expression softened immediately, his gaze dropping to where he had been holding Riven’s wrist. "Sorry... I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Soren seemed less apologetic, but he did let go of Riven’s waist, though he still glared daggers at Ronan. "You’re the one being unreasonable," he growled.

Riven sighed and rubbed his temples. "Honestly, can’t we have this discussion later? My head has only begun to clear up."

He looked at Ronan, his tone exasperated. "I want to take a shower and change. You don’t need to fight over me like a pair of dogs over a bone."

Ronan hesitated, as if still reluctant to let him out of his sight, but he nodded with a small grunt. He moved to follow Riven, but Soren immediately stepped in front of him, effectively blocking his path.

Soren gave him a pointed look, his lips curled into a mocking smirk. "He can use the shower in the room he was staying in. You can stay right here."

Ronan’s eyes narrowed, but Riven wasn’t in the mood for another round of macho posturing. He gave Ronan a quick pat on the shoulder, trying to reassure him without making the situation worse.

"Calm down, both of you," Riven muttered. "I’m not going to vanish into thin air. I just want a damn shower."

Ronan still looked hesitant, but he didn’t argue. Riven winked cutely and turned to face Soren.

Riven gave him a half-smile and leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "I’ll be right back," he promised.

Soren couldn’t resist smirking at that, clearly pleased with how things were playing out.

Soren opened his mouth to get a proper kiss, but Riven was already brushing past him, heading back into their room to grab some clean clothes.

Once he was safely inside the room, he let out a long, tired sigh. Maybe I should just lock the door and take a nap instead of a shower... But that would probably just make both of them more paranoid. With a resigned shrug, he grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes, deciding that he deserved at least one peaceful moment to himself.

As he turned on the shower while standing in the very large bathtub, and let the warm water wash over him, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Despite the chaos and possessiveness, he couldn’t deny that being fought over like this was kind of flattering. Maybe just a little.

But what the hell was he going to do? Soren wants him to stay, Ronan wants him to come with him.

What did I get myself into?

And he loved Soren... More than Ronan, his own mate, he could admit it.

But he needed to make sure his dear Raffy was out of prison and thank him properly for what he did. Riven softly smirked to himself.

Raphael was not the only one he was looking forward to seeing. He wondered what his little bunny was up to.