From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 601: Just Trust Me

The door clicked shut behind them with a soft sound, barely audible, yet it seemed to seal the space around them. The lights were already on, warm and bright, washing the room in a gentle glow that stood in sharp contrast to the dim, overcast world outside the balcony. Rainclouds still pressed against the windows, turning the glass into muted mirrors.

As they crossed the threshold into the living room, Micah turned around and took advantage of the brief moment Clyde hesitated, still half lost in thought, and pressed him back toward the sofa.

Micah captured Clyde’s lips again with a sudden possessive urgency.

The kiss deepened, not hurried, but insistent. Micah guided Clyde down with a steady hand against his chest until the back of Clyde’s knees hit the cushion. Clyde let out a surprised breath as he fell back, the soft leather creaking beneath his weight.

Micah followed him down without breaking contact.

He climbed onto Clyde’s lap smoothly, knees settling on either side of his hips, the movement practised and unashamed. His weight grounded Clyde instantly, leaving no room for retreat. One hand slid to the back of the sofa for balance while the other rested against Clyde’s chest, fingers splayed, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the fabric.

Clyde’s breath hitched.

Micah broke the kiss just long enough to look at him.

Up close, Clyde’s composure was slipping. His eyes were dark, unfocused for a brief second, his jaw tight as if he were physically holding himself in place. Micah could almost feel the tension coiled inside him, wound tight by restraint.

Micah smiled faintly.

He leaned down again, brushing his lips along Clyde’s jaw, then lower, leaving light, lingering kisses along his neck. Nothing rushed. Nothing careless. Just enough pressure to make Clyde’s fingers curl against the sofa cushion.

Micah’s hand traced slowly over Clyde’s chest, following the line of his collarbone, then lower, unhurried, exploratory, as if mapping familiar ground anew.

Clyde stiffened.

His hand came up quickly, closing around Micah’s wrist, stopping it before it could wander any further. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, deliberate.

"Be good," Clyde said, his voice low and hoarse, the words pulled from a throat already tight with restraint.

Micah paused.

He lifted his head, brows arching slightly as he looked down at Clyde. There was no offence in his expression, only amusement, sharp and knowing.

"Why?" Micah asked lightly. "Aren’t you my boyfriend?" He tilted his head, eyes bright with mischief. "Can’t I even touch you?"

Clyde met his gaze without looking away, though the faint flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. "Is this supposed to be a bribe?" he asked quietly. "Or... are you trying to shut me up?"

Micah’s lips curved into a grin that was entirely too pleased with itself.

"Mm," he hummed thoughtfully, lowering himself again, his mouth brushing Clyde’s ear. "Both."

He punctuated the word with a soft kiss just below Clyde’s jaw.

Clyde inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a brief moment, drawing on every ounce of self-control he had left. When he spoke again, it was through clenched resolve rather than anger.

"Fine, I’ll do whatever you want," he said. "Just....let me go."

Micah lingered for a heartbeat longer, clearly savouring the effect he was having, before pulling back. He studied Clyde’s face, the tension there, the way his restraint was visibly cracking at the edges.

Satisfied, Micah shifted his weight.

Instead of pressing forward, he turned and leaned back against Clyde’s chest, settling comfortably between his arms. One of Clyde’s hands hovered uncertainly for a second before resting against Micah’s waist, tentative, as if afraid to overstep.

Micah relaxed into him with a small sigh.

That was enough. He had achieved his goal.

Clyde was flustered. Off-balance. Exactly where Micah needed him. This version of Clyde was easy to manipulate, frustrated and uptight. This tactic worked best on him. He needed Clyde’s full cooperation tonight.

Nestled against Clyde’s chest, Micah pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, his posture loose and unbothered. The living room felt warm and safe, light spilling across the furniture, casting soft shadows on the walls. Outside, the city remained wrapped in grey, but in here, the world felt briefly suspended.

Clyde exhaled slowly through his nose. "Micah."

"I know," Micah cut in gently, before Clyde could continue. "You have questions. A lot of them."

Clyde hesitated. "Then won’t you tell me..."

Micah’s fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening just a little. His voice, when he spoke again, was steady, but thin around the edges.

"No...If I start," he said, "I won’t know where to stop."

Clyde stayed silent, giving him space.

Micah stared ahead, unfocused, as if he were looking through the walls instead of at them.

"I remember dying," he said quietly. "More than once."

Clyde’s breath caught.

"And every time," Micah continued, "I wake up again. Same world. Same people. Same ending waiting for me. It was exactly as you said..."

Clyde swallowed. "An... infinite loop."

Micah nodded and closed his eyes briefly. "Yeah. It was...Like a curse." He opened his eyes. "But this time I know how to fight back," he said. "I know where it breaks. I know what has to change."

"How?" Clyde asked.

"I can’t tell you... Not yet."

Clyde closed his eyes briefly, jaw tightening. "You’re asking me to just let you do what you want without understanding anything."

Micah turned his head just enough to look up at him. His expression wasn’t defensive. It was tired. Honest.

"I know," he said. "I know I am asking too much."

"Then why..."

"Because if I tell you everything," Micah interrupted quietly, "you’ll try to stop me." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Clyde didn’t deny it.

"And if you try to stop me," Micah continued, "we’ll fail. Again."

The word landed heavily.

Clyde’s voice dropped. "Again."

Micah nodded once.

His fingers trembled slightly before he stilled them. "I won’t drag you through that."

Clyde leaned forward, resting his forehead against the side of Micah’s head. "You don’t get to decide that alone."

"I know." Micah’s voice softened. "But I’m desperate."

He shifted, turning just enough to face Clyde properly. Their knees brushed, breath mingling in the small space between them.

"Just trust me," Micah said. "This once. When it’s over, when the loop is broken, I’ll tell you everything. Every life. Every ending."

Clyde searched his face. "And if something happens to you before that?"

Micah smiled faintly. "I don’t plan on letting that happen."

The confidence and certainty in his eyes made Clyde go quiet for a long moment.

Finally, he exhaled and nodded once. "Alright."

Micah blinked. "Alright?"

"I don’t like it," Clyde said. "I don’t understand it." He lifted a hand and brushed his thumb gently along Micah’s jaw. "But I trust you."

Micah’s breath stuttered, expression softening. He leaned in and planted a kiss on Clyde’s lips. "I’ll make it worth it. I Promise."