Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: ’Can’t Be Weak’

"What are you doing?" Aden leaned over the back of the couch, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he peered at Kaz’s screen. She was lounging on the other end, legs tucked under her, mindlessly munching on chips while her fingers flew across the keyboard attached to her iPad.

"Please don’t tell me it’s another assault scene," Aden added with a groan. "The last one gave me nightmares."

Kaz didn’t even glance up, focused entirely on her work. "The readers apparently got nightmares too," she said with a shrug. "But no, this isn’t one of those scenes. I’m at the part where he finally gets saved."

Aden’s brows shot up. "Saved? By Lancelot, I’m guessing?"

"Yep. Heinz already paid the ransom for the princesses, but Charles and Arthur refuse to return Florian. Especially since they figured out Heinz doesn’t even care about him. So Lancelot steps in to rescue him."

Aden flopped onto the cushion beside her, folding his arms. "Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight—Lancelot, who doesn’t even like Florian at this point in the story, decides to risk his life to save him?"

Kaz nodded enthusiastically.

"And what do Charles and Arthur even want with Florian?" Aden narrowed his eyes at the screen. "You’re doing that thing where you write without thinking through the plot, aren’t you?"

Kaz huffed. "I’ll figure out the reason later! Right now, I just need Florian to be a damsel in distress, Lancelot to swoop in and save him, and then boom—Lancelot falls in love."

Aden’s face twisted in horror. "Oh god, I already know where this is going. Please stop."

"But I didn’t even—"

"No. No more details." He held up a hand as if physically warding off the inevitable mention of smut. "I’ve already edited enough of your scenes to know what comes next. I don’t need the mental image, thanks."

Kaz snorted, clearly unbothered. "You love it."

"I really don’t." Aden shook his head before pointing to her screen again. "But seriously, why can’t Florian try to escape on his own? You’re making him way too weak." _{freёweɓnovel.com}

"Because he is weak, bro." Kaz shoved another chip into her mouth, as though the answer was obvious. "But that’s fine, because Lucius and Lancelot will always come to save him."

Aden groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Another arc with helpless Florian. Love that for your readers."

"Trust the process," Kaz said, grinning mischievously. "It works."

Florian’s chest heaved as he ran, every breath searing his lungs like fire. Each gasp rattled in his throat, raw and wet, as though he were breathing through shattered glass. His legs screamed in protest, muscles burning from exhaustion, but he forced them forward, staggering through the dense forest with reckless desperation.

Sweat dripped into the gashes on his skin, stinging like acid, and his tattered clothes clung to his body, damp with sweat and streaked with blood.

Pain pulsed through him, a constant, grating ache that refused to be ignored. Every step was agony; every movement sent jolts of fiery pain shooting through his limbs. But stopping meant death. Stopping meant giving up. And he refused.

’Kaz, you’re a liar,’ he thought bitterly, his mind oscillating between rage and sheer survival instinct. ’You should’ve done better writing these characters’ personalities.’

’I can’t die again. Not here. Not now.’