Diois's eyes lit up, a brightness that Henry couldn't help but notice. The softness in Diois's expression made Henry uncomfortable.

He quickly got out of the car, trying to shake off the feeling as he began walking toward his building.

After a few steps, he heard Diois's footsteps behind him. Henry halted, turning around. "Why are you following me?" he asked, his voice indifferent. "I'm fine now. You can go back."

Without hesitation, Diois replied, "I want to stay with you," and casually walked past Henry, as if his presence was the most natural thing in the world.

Henry's mouth fell open in shock, but no words came out. By the time he gathered his thoughts, Diois was already a few steps ahead, walking as though he belonged there.

Frustration simmered within him, but with a resigned sigh, he followed Diois, the weight in his chest returning.

When they arrived at his door, Henry quickly unlocked it and stepped inside. Knowing Diois wouldn't leave anytime soon, he chose silence rather than protest.

Without waiting for an invitation, Diois slipped off his shoes and entered the apartment.

He tossed his keys onto the counter and moved about the space as if he belonged there.

Henry, feeling overwhelmed, retreated to his bedroom to change clothes before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

When Henry emerged from the bathroom, he was taken aback to find Diois in the kitchen.

"Hey, Henry, do you want some noodles? I'm making some," Diois called out cheerfully.

"No," Henry replied curtly, feeling drained. He made his way to the bed and lay down, hoping for some peace.

Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep, a loud crash shattered the quiet, startling him wide awake.
Henry jolted awake, his heart racing as he shot up from the bed.

For a moment, he was disoriented, remnants of sleep clinging to him. But the sound of shuffling and muttered curses from the kitchen quickly pulled him back to reality.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he padded toward the kitchen, frustration already beginning to build again.

There stood Diois over the stove, a bowl tipped over on the floor, noodles scattered everywhere. He was hastily picking them up, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"I-uh, I dropped it. It was hot," Diois stammered, glancing up at Henry, who stared at the mess in disbelief.

Henry ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting.

"Don't touch that," he warned, but it was too late. Diois had already reached down and cut his index finger on a piece of broken dishware.

"Ouch!" Diois exclaimed.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you touch that with your bare hands?" Henry scolded, a mix of frustration and concern flaring on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Diois mumbled, cradling his injured hand.

Henry sighed helplessly, taking in Diois's innocent look. This man truly was peculiar.

"You didn't know? You're not a child; you should understand that this can cut your hand," he replied.

"I really didn't know. This is my first time making anything," Diois admitted, his voice low.

Henry stared into Diois's wide, earnest eyes. "You've never cooked before?" he asked, and Diois shook his head.

"Not even boiled water," he confessed.

Henry sighed again, closing his eyes. It makes sense now. Just looking at Diois-his luxurious car, branded clothes, and entitled attitude-told Henry he had likely never had to do anything for himself.

"Come here," Henry said, grabbing Diois's hand and leading him toward the sofa.

Henry guided Diois over to the sofa, gently urging him down to sit. He opened a nearby drawer and took out a small first aid kit, feeling a strange blend of irritation and concern for the man before him.

"Let me see your hand," he said, kneeling down in front of Diois. The chaos of the kitchen faded into the background as he focused on what needed to be done. Diois extended his injured finger, flinching slightly at the movement.

"Hold still," Henry instructed as he carefully cleaned the cut with antiseptic. Diois watched him intently, his eyes wide, filled with a mix of strange emotions.

"I really didn't mean to make a mess," Diois murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze locked on Henry's serious expression.

His heart raced in his chest, a steady thump that echoed the unfamiliar vulnerability he felt.

This was the first time someone had taken care of him like this. Although he had numerous servants, helpers, and guards always ready to assist him, the feeling of being cared for by Henry was different. An unexpected warmth surged through him at Henry's gentle touch, causing him to swallow hard.

The intimacy of the moment pressed heavily on his heart, leaving him both comforted and exposed.

Henry remained silent as he wrapped a bandage around Diois's finger. Once he finished, he looked up, their eyes meeting and locking in a moment that felt electric. Henry swallowed nervously, his heart racing in his chest.

Slowly, Diois's hand moved to Henry's face, their gazes still intertwined. The space between them began to shrink, and before Henry could process what was happening, Diois's lips pressed against his.

Henry froze at first, then weakly attempted to push Diois away, but Diois held him tightly.

Instead of struggling further, Henry's hands gripped Diois's arms, his body betraying his resolve.

Diois's hand slid behind Henry's nape, while his other hand gripped his waist, pulling Henry onto his lap.

This was Diois's favorite position, one that made him feel close and in control.

Their lips crashed together, heat rising between them as Henry's mouth opened, teasing Diois's tongue.

Diois deepened the kiss, transforming it from a soft brush of lips to something much more intense and raw, a kiss full of pent-up desires. The emotions between them ignited a wildfire, consuming their minds. As they ran out of breath, Diois finally pulled away, leaving Henry slumped in his arms, utterly spent.

His body was weak, his breath ragged, his heart racing. He couldn't understand why he hadn't had the strength to push Diois away.

As Henry's breath slowly returned to normal, a sudden growl from Diois's stomach broke the tension.

Henry's lips curled into a small, fleeting smile before he quickly suppressed it, realizing what had just happened.

He gently pushed Diois away and looked at him, seeing a bright smile spread across Diois's face-one that startled Henry. This was the first time Diois had smiled at him like that.

Flustered, Henry averted his eyes and stood up, walking into the kitchen without a word.

He quickly cleaned up the mess from earlier and placed a pot on the stove, focusing on the task to calm his swirling emotions.

As Henry moved around the kitchen, the sound of boiling water and the faint clinking of utensils filled the air. The silence between them was heavy, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was more like an unspoken understanding, a palpable tension that lingered.

Diois sat on the sofa, watching Henry's every move, his gaze soft but intent.

He still felt the warmth of Henry's body against his own, and the taste of the kiss lingered on his lips. A part of him wanted to stand up and pull Henry back into his arms, but hunger gnawed at him.

He chuckled to himself at the thought that he could enjoy Henry after finishing his meal. A smile crept onto Diois's lips.

Meanwhile, Henry kept his back turned to Diois, concentrating on preparing something simple to eat.

He hoped to distract himself from the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. The sensation of the kiss still tingled on his lips, and his heart hadn't quite settled.