Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 3: What Are You Looking For?

Ezra wheezed, struggling to defend himself from the hot-headed Oberyn, who seemed determined to find any excuse to kill him.

"It's from a story - a play I've seen a bunch of times!" he blurted out, desperation lacing his words.

Oberyn studied him for a moment, then, to Ezra's relief, sheathed his sword. The words alone had convinced him that Ezra couldn't be a bad guy.

"A play?"

Oberyn had only been on Earth for a couple of months, but in Asteria, he had learned a great deal about human culture. One thing he knew for certain: plays weren't common here. In this medieval world, most people were too focused on survival to indulge in the arts. Compared to the thriving culture on the moon, Earth was barren in that regard.

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"Ezra, was it?"

Ezra met the Nephilim's gaze. For the first time since they had met, they truly saw each other. They locked eyes, minds caught in a single shared moment.

Oberyn gasped. He had forgotten to breathe.

The blond swordsman turned away, a slight blush creeping across his face. Ezra, noticing too late, mirrored the gesture.

"Get off your knees," Oberyn said, voice suddenly gruff.

Ezra obeyed. He could make a run for it, but was it worth it? Oberyn looked spry. Even if he wasn't particularly big, he carried himself like someone who knows how to fight. That sword wasn't just for show; he wielded it with a confidence that made it seem like an extension of his arm.

"I'm going to search you for weapons and then restrain your hands. Do you object?"

Ezra smirked. "Search away."

Oberyn moved behind him, patting down his bare chest and arms. It was an oddly pointless exercise, considering Ezra was shirtless. What could he possibly be hiding?

'Or maybe he just wanted to touch my muscles,' Ezra thought, his cheeks heating up. Oberyn's hands were warm, almost searing against his skin.

A strange vulnerability overtook him as his body reacted to Oberyn's soft touch, and he couldn't help but become aroused. Before he could will it away, Oberyn's hand landed at the front of his pants right as he began to 'brick up'.

"What is this?" Oberyn asked, grabbing his manhood over his trousers.

Ezra turned so red he could be mistaken for a tomato. He smacked Oberyn's hand away, moving to cover himself. He couldn't believe it - he had just been discovered.

"You can't just go grabbing people's dicks, dude!" he fumed.

Oberyn blinked. "Your... what?"

Ezra gawked. No way he was that clueless.

"What, do you not say 'dick' in this world? My shaft. My penis. What do you want me to say!?"

Oberyn tilted his head.

"You're not a girl, are you? I thought you were a boy. No wonder you're so cute."

Oberyn's jaw dropped. "I am a boy," he said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot agitatedly.

Oberyn furrowed his brow, suddenly defensive. "I, uh, think I know what you're talking about. We had a unit on human biology once. I, uh... didn't pay too much attention."

Ezra exhaled, relieved. "A unit on human biology?" That phrasing was strange.

"Do you not have one?" Ezra asked, brows knitting together.

Oberyn recoiled. "Some large, hard thing in my pants? No."

Ezra smirked. It was pretty big, huh? He'd have to get a better look at it later... assuming he wasn't locked in a prison cell by then.

"You're referring to human sex organs," Oberyn said dryly. "The things you people slap around together to make babies. Disgusting."

Ezra blinked. "Are you... not human?"

Oberyn scoffed. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm a Nephilim."

Ezra shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't know what that is."

Oberyn looked at him like he was the dumbest creature alive. Then again, Ezra had said he was from another world.

"We Nephilim can change our shape at will and procreate through love. We do not need such barbaric behaviors as human sex. Though, if I'm to spend my life in the human world, I suppose I should learn more about this 'dick' of yours, so I can better disguise myself."

If anyone else had said it, Ezra might have found the statement incredibly hot. But coming from Oberyn, it made him feel like a specimen under a microscope.

"Well," Ezra said, smirking despite himself, "I'm happy to show you how my 'dick' works whenever you want."

The words tumbled out before he could stop them. He wasn't sure what was more shocking - that he had said it, or that he had meant it. Maybe he hadn't just swapped bodies with this 'Harbinger'. Maybe he had swiped the guy's confidence, too.

Oberyn huffed. "The way you say that is despicably human."

"So you can shapeshift? You chose to be a cute little blond, then?"

Oberyn froze. His expression twitched—like he wasn't sure if he was insulted or not."Cute?"

His eyes narrowed, a little too sharp. "No. I haven't shapeshifted my face or body yet. What purpose would it serve? I am as I am, a proud Nephilim and descendant of the Fae."

"Sounds like you're not from this world at all, the way you talk. Or are humans rare around here?"

"No, humans are plentiful. Since you don't know anything about Nephilim, let me enlighten you. I am from the moon."

"You mean..." He pointed straight up, even though it was broad daylight.

"Yes. The moon." Oberyn smirked. "The first humans I met weren't surprised at all. But that stupid look on your face? It's somewhat endearing."

Oberyn's gaze dropped to the ground, a shadow passing over his face. His mind drifted to his arrival, his capture by the Asteria Royal Army, and the curse they had placed on him. He clenched his jaw.

As if sensing his reluctance, the curse flared to life. Pain shot through the back of his neck.

"Agh," he winced, clutching at it. Ezra reached out, but Oberyn brushed his hand away.

With a deep breath, Oberyn steadied himself. The end was in sight.

"To Asteria, then," he said, voice firm. "You. In front."