From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 219: Guard Dog

Darcy walked slowly, feeling a bit excited. When he reached the group, most of the players were gathered around a whiteboard where one of them had started drawing a rough layout of the match. The atmosphere was filled with strategy discussion and excited chatter.

Darcy spotted Archie, who was standing near the edge of the group, half distracted, adjusting the sleeves of his new jersey. He had changed into fresh clothes, and his damp hair clung slightly to his forehead.

Darcy bit his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. He cleared his throat and walked up to him. "Hey, can I talk to you? Alone?"

Archie turned, blinking. He glanced at his teammates, then gave a short nod. "Yeah. Sure."

They stepped a little to the side, just far enough from the group to avoid drawing attention, but still within sight.

"What is it?" Archie asked, folding his arms.

"We are leaving. I wanted to let you know," Darcy said calmly, trying to hide his smirk.

Archie’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean, leaving? The final is about to start."

"I know," Darcy replied simply. "That’s why we are forfeiting. This is your team’s time. Not ours."

"Wait... what? Did Micah agree to this? Or are you saying without his knowledge?" Archie said, clearly agitated.

"It was his suggestion, actually," Darcy said, a glint in his eyes.

"I don’t believe it," Archie snapped, already turning toward the other end of the room. "I am going to ask him myself."

Darcy’s hand shot out, lightly touching his elbow, not enough to grab, just enough to stop him.

"Are you really going to make a scene? Beg Micah, a non-member, to stay and play for your team? What happens if your teammates hear about it? You think they will trust you after that? Is Micah so important to you that you would sacrifice your team?" Darcy asked with a mocking voice, a sly grin on his face. "I don’t think so...I would even say your ambition is far greater than anything else. So be a good captain and win the final match."

Though Darcy spoke softly, the sting behind his words landed hard.

Archie clenched his jaw. The vein near his temple bulged visibly. His entire face became tense with frustration. "Are you threatening me?" he hissed under his breath, leaning slightly closer.

"Nope. I’m not like you," Darcy said, unimpressed. "I don’t enjoy manipulating people. Did you think I wouldn’t realise you planted that ridiculous idea in Micah’s head, making him come play for you today?"

Archie’s eyes flashed. He wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, wiping that smug expression off his face.

He had underestimated him.

He knew this guy was bad news, but he never thought he would be this sharp.

From the beginning, he had noticed how close Darcy stayed to Micah. He had seen the way his eyes followed him, how alert he always was when Micah was around others. But he had thought Darcy was too stiff, too proper, too cold to actually act on it. Too controlled to notice the small games, the little tricks.

He had been wrong.

Darcy wasn’t passive. He was calculating.

And today he saw it clearly. This guy was a snake. Not loud. Not flashy. But patient. He waited in the grass and struck at the perfect time with precision. And it worked. He couldn’t go to Micah and asked him not to leave. Not in front of his team. Not when they were about to face the BlackEagle team, their rival.

Archie’s fists curled tightly by his sides. And even if he disregarded his team and went begging to Micah, he was sure Micah would flatly refuse him. He wasn’t at the same level as Darcy in Micah’s heart.

Archie had seen how Darcy treated Micah, how they laughed and teased each other.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Micah was not even a bit angry. It was the opposite attitude toward him. The last time he teased Micah, he had lost his temper and wanted to punch him for real. But with Darcy, Micah allowed him to ruffle his hair. He laughed freely and teased back.

Archie’s fists trembled slightly, the weight of his own helplessness hitting him full force.

He had sent Russell earlier to interrupt them, just to break the mood, stop whatever moment they were having. It was unbearable to watch.

But now, he realised it was already too late. Darcy had made his move.

Archie took a slow, shaky breath. "What did you say to him? Huh?"

Darcy shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "Nothing. You know he doesn’t like you, right? Stop being a leech to him. Why not focus on being a decent captain instead?"

Archie stepped closer to Darcy, lowering his voice. "Don’t think you’ve won. I’ll show Micah what kind of person you really are." freewebnσvel.cѳm

Darcy chuckled. "I’ll look forward to it," he paused, then added. "But you’d better be ready for the consequences, too."

Archie stared at him, his face hard and unreadable. Something behind his eyes flashed.

Darcy turned without waiting for a reply. His steps were calm and steady as he walked back toward Micah, who was still lounging casually on the sofa like he didn’t have a care in the world.

As soon as he saw him, Micah looked up. His gaze studied him with worry for a second. Then his body visibly relaxed. Micah flashed him a smile.

Darcy’s heart thudded, a little too loud in his chest. He returned the smile with a gentle one while his resolve hardened. His hands curled into fists by his sides.

He would never, ever, let someone like Archie get near Micah again.

Archie’s eyes were dark and wild. As if he were obsessed with Micah. That was dangerous.

Darcy pressed his lips together.

No. Even if Micah did not reciprocate his feelings, even if it stayed a one-sided crush, Darcy didn’t care. He would still stay beside him like a loyal dog. Quietly. Patiently. Guarding him.

He wasn’t going to let some manipulative creep sink his claws into Micah.

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