[BL] I Accidentally Summoned A Demon Husband Now He Won't Leave-Chapter 24: Dorm inspector’s

Elliott, on the other hand, was falling apart.

He had completely forgotten why he had even come here in the first place.

At this moment, he didn’t care about his original purpose.

There was only one thought running through his mind—

I need to get out of here before I do something reckless.

His mind was in total disarray. His only priority now was to get the hell out of this room before he did something reckless, something that would make him question himself even more.

Without wasting another second, he moved.

His feet hit the floor, and he ran—bolted—toward the door with everything he had.

But just as he was about to reach it, something pulled him back.

For a split second, he felt his body caught unto something.

But he didn’t dwell on it.

He refused to.

He pulled forward with more force, ripping himself free, putting everything he had into that next running step—

And then—

Clank!

The unmistakable sound of fabric loosing filled the air.

Followed by the sound of something hitting the floor.

Elliott’s body instinctively turned back, his brain barely keeping up with what had just happened—

And then—

His heart stopped.

Because standing before him—completely and utterly exposed—

Was Charles.

His towel had fallen to the floor.

And he...

He was naked.

Elliott’s mouth went dry.

His breath caught in his throat.

His brain screamed at him to look away.

But his eyes—his traitorous eyes—refused to obey.

And for the first time in his life—

Elliott genuinely thought he might pass out.

Because standing there, bare, unbothered, and looking as confident as ever—

Was Charles.

And Elliott had never been more f*cked in his life.

"What the fuck?!"

Just after that statement from Elliot, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing louder and more distinct with each passing second. Elliott’s heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on him. Someone was coming. Before he could fully process the situation or even think of a place to hide, Charles moved with a speed and precision that left him stunned. In one swift motion, Charles picked up the towel that had embarrassingly slipped to the floor just moments earlier and threw it directly at Elliott’s face.

The towel smacked against his face with enough force to momentarily block his vision. The scent of Charles’ cologne lingered on the fabric, a fresh, clean aroma that somehow only served to disorient him further. Elliott stumbled backward, catching himself before he could trip over his own feet. As he pulled the towel away from his eyes, his heart raced even faster at the sight of Charles glaring at him with an intensity he had never seen before. Gone was the smug, teasing expression Charles always wore; in its place was a fierce, almost dangerous look, his piercing eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a firm line.

"You better freaking have an explanation as to what you’re doing in my dorm room at this hour," Charles growled, his voice low and deadly serious, "especially when the dorm inspectors are about to walk in."

Elliott’s blood ran cold. Dorm inspectors? He felt the color drain from his face as his mouth went dry. How could he have forgotten? Dorm inspectors made their rounds every morning, ensuring all students were in their assigned dorms. It was a strict rule, and breaking it meant severe punishment. If he was caught here, not only would he be penalized, but Charles would also face consequences for hosting him. Worst of all, if they investigated too deeply, it could even lead to expulsion.

Charles saw the panic flash across Elliott’s face and let out a groan of frustration, clearly annoyed at the situation. He turned away, moving swiftly to his closet as he began throwing on clothes. Elliott stood rooted to the spot, his mind spinning in panic. How could he have been so careless? How had he managed to get himself into this mess? It wasn’t until he heard the rustle of fabric that he snapped out of his daze, his eyes locking onto Charles who was already pulling on a pair of shorts, his back muscles flexing as he moved. Elliott quickly looked away, his face heating up despite the fear coursing through his body.

"You’re oblivious to the dorm inspection schedule too, huh?" Charles scoffed, yanking a shirt over his head. His voice was laced with irritation, the sound muffled for a moment as his head popped through the collar. "Unbelievable."

Elliott stammered, his thoughts still jumbled. "I... I just... It slipped my mind. I was in such a hurry to get to you that I forgot. But what do we do now? I don’t want to be punished... or worse, expelled."

Charles let out a mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "We?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Elliott. "Elliott, I’ve only known you for two days and you’ve already managed to get me into trouble. And all because you couldn’t wait until curfew was over? Seriously, what were you thinking? You never cease to amaze me."

Elliott’s heart sank, guilt washing over him as he took in Charles’ words. He knew he had been reckless, but he hadn’t expected Charles to be this upset. His mind raced as he tried to think of a solution, but nothing came to mind. "I’m sorry... I really am. I just... I needed your help urgently, and I acted without thinking. But we need to find a way out of this situation." His voice wavered, his desperation evident. "I really don’t want to get in trouble... or worse, expelled."

Charles let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his forehead as if to ease a headache. "Well, we can’t do anything," he said flatly, his shoulders slumping in resignation.

Elliott’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening as panic surged through him. Wasn’t Charles an advanced mage he could use his magic to do something or... Well he didn’t know but with magic anything was possible right? "What do you mean, ’we can’t do anything’?" His voice was laced with fear. "There has to be a way out of this!"

Charles turned to face him, his expression grim. "Because they’re already here."

The words barely left Charles’ lips when a sharp knock echoed from the door. The sound was loud and authoritative, a single, ominous rap that sent chills down Elliott’s spine. He barely had time to react before the door swung open without waiting for an invitation, revealing three stern-faced dorm inspectors standing in the doorway. Their expressions were a mixture of shock and disapproval as their eyes landed on Elliott, who was frozen mid-step, looking like a deer caught in headlights.