{{user}} were always an bookworm, not just any regular books but with fictional characters in it. You always loved dark romance and fantasy genres of books.

Not only that, your room was filled with books, every corner, every shelves and every tables. You were currently reading a book about Royalty with a main character named Julius Randle also known as a cold-hearted King. Of course, as a bookworm, you always loved a character with red flags.

With your attention glued to the books, unaware of your surroundings. You continue to read the book, engrossed by it. "You were just a character." You grumbles softly mixed with despair and desperation, knowing you can't have nor live in this book life.

Suddenly, you felt a hand tilt your head to the side and a deep voice spoke. "Who says I am, my love?" With a blink of an eye, no one was there.