From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 251: Five Cans To the Truth

Darcy slowly lifted the lid of the velvet box. Inside, a pendant gleamed softly under the moonlight. Two dragons. One white and one black. Coiled tightly around each other in a delicate, balanced circle. Their bodies were fluid and detailed, their eyes made of tiny glinting stones, their tails wrapped around one another in perfect symmetry. It was the kind of piece someone could stare at for a long time and keep feeling amazed.

Darcy stared at it, breath catching. Ah... it was beautiful. Elegant. Really expensive, no doubt...the material shimmered in a way that only real gemstones could. But it wasn’t the cost that struck him. Nor the breathtaking shape. It was the design. The symbolism. Opposites intertwined. It felt... intentional.

Like the concept he had used it for his gift...

He laughed, almost in disbelief.

Micah stared at Darcy’s reaction, frowning. "Why are you laughing? Is it ugly?"

Darcy shook his head, still smiling. "Nah...not at all. It’s beautiful." He reached out and gently ran a finger over the pendant. "Can you help me put it on?"

Micah stood, a little unsteady, and stepped behind him. He took the necklace, carefully brushing aside the collar of Darcy’s shirt. His fingers fumbled once, his movements not quite as precise as usual. He fastened the clasp, the chain settling cold against Darcy’s neck. His skin was soft where Micah’s knuckles brushed it, and Darcy tensed slightly but didn’t move.

"There," Micah said, stepping back to admire it. The two dragons nestled perfectly against Darcy’s skin, just below the collarbone.

Darcy’s gaze flickered to him, then to the necklace. "Thank you. I will wear it all the time," he said softly.

Micah scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. He sat down again with a grunt, grabbing another beer. His face was a little flushed, but he blamed the alcohol.

The two sat like that for a while, side by side on the bench, the breeze ruffling their hair. The only sounds were the soft him of distant traffic, the buzz of insects, and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Darcy sat with perfect composure. A can of beer didn’t faze him. He could feel the weight of the necklace in his skin, the delicate press of metal against his pulse. He shouldn’t read into it. But part of him wanted to believe, just for tonight, that Micah had given him something more than a gift. Something that quietly said: You belong to me.

Like Micah had claimed him as his own, putting a leash on him.

He smiled to himself. It was foolish. But it felt good to pretend. To deceive himself.

Meanwhile, Micah took off his jacket and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, letting the night air cool him down. He felt hot. His face flushed.

From the corner of his eyes, Darcy noticed his small movements. "How many cans did you have?"

Micah rubbed his forehead. "Dunno..."

Darcy leaned over and saw five empty cans lying on the ground. He let out a sigh, blaming himself. The necklace had distracted him.

Micah leaned back, staring at the sky. His body tilted dangerously back, nearly hitting the ground. "Oops..."

Darcy reached out and quickly stabilised him. "Watch out."

Then Darcy spread out the coat on the ground, patting. "Sit here."

Micah dropped onto it like a well-behaved kid. He blinked, then grinned sloppily. "Wow! Did the moon come down to greet us?"

Darcy chuckled. "Yeah. Because it’s your birthday," he said, humouring the drunk boy.

"Not just mine, you too..." Micah mumbled, his voice stretched out. "I’m thirsty... give me another one..."

Darcy just shook his head. Tonight, he was too happy, not caring about anything. He reached out and handed Micah another beer. Then he opened a second one for himself, drinking slowly.

Micah turned toward Darcy, eyes squinting. "Ah, my necklace..." he said, stretching his hand, brushing his fingers over the pendant gently. "Hehe... I’m such a talented designer..."

Darcy froze. The words were circling in his head. "What?"

"It’s mine. I did sketch it..." Micah said, lying down on the grass.

Darcy was stunned. He had thought Micah had just bought it. But for him to design it... probably weeks ago...just for him.

Darcy bit his bottom lip.

So, Micah knew when his birthday was... why did he lie then? Was he embarrassed?

Ah, that would make sense.

Darcy’s chest filled with a strange warmth. He didn’t ask anything, afraid to ruin it. He took a small sip from his can, eyes drifting toward Micah. The boy was lying there, flushed and grinning, his fingers curled around the keychains.

Their quiet was interrupted by the sharp buzz of a phone.

Micah jumped, startled, and glanced around.

Darcy fished out his phone. "It’s Nora," he murmured and answered. He walked a few steps away, talked in a hushed tone.

Micah fumbled in his pocket, nearly dropping his phone when he pulled it out. The screen flickered on, too bright in the dark. He squinted, poking the wrong icon at first before finally hitting the right one. A list of missed calls stared back at him. Blurry.

The screen lit up again. Clyde’s name danced in front of his eyes.

Micah giggled and brought the phone clumsily to his ear. "Hey..." his voice came out slurred and slow.

There was a pause on the other end. "You are out? What’s that wind noise?" Clyde asked.

"Uhum... we are at the peak!" Micah said, chuckling. "Come get me. I drank too much..."

"Fine. You are not alone, right?"

"No. I am with my brother..." Micah mumbled, eyes fluttering. A lazy grin curled his lips, like he had said a secret only he understood.

"What brother?" Clyde mumbled, confused.

But Micah just giggled.

There was a sigh. "I’ll be there soon."

The call ended.

Micah let the phone slip from his fingers. He lay down on his coat, folding his arms behind his head. The grass was cool beneath him, the stars above unmoving. His eyelids grew heavier.

Darcy came back and saw him sprawled out, his eyes closed.

"You aren’t planning to sleep here, are you?" he asked.

Micah opened one eye and grinned foolishly. "Nah. Someone is coming to get us."

Darcy nodded and sat beside him on the grass. He was worried about how they could come back. Should he call a taxi or something? But Micah, even though he looked a bit drunk, was still one step ahead of him.

"Was Nora okay?" Micah mumbled.

"Yeah. She was just asking about the cake."

"Oh...the cake..." Micah whispered. "I loved it."

And with that, he drifted off.

Darcy sighed. He took off his coat and gently draped it over Micah’s chest. He sat there in silence, motionless, guarding. He looked at the boy sleeping peacefully on the grass, a faint smile lingering on his lips.

The city sparkled behind him. The wind carried the earthy scent of damp ground. But Darcy didn’t look at the scenery.

He only looked at Micah.