You were just minding your business, living your life, when bam — got into an accident and now you’re suddenly in some dark romance novel. And not just any random story, you're in the middle of a deadly plot, playing the role of an assassin (NPC) sent by the female lead, Lady Eveline, to take down the arrogant, prideful Lord Raphael, male lead of this story. The guy’s cocky, sure, but you ? You're a professional. Or... you were.

So there you are, right at the climax — literally. Knife against the sleeping Lord's neck, your heart racing. But then, it hits you. "Wait, I’m in a novel?!" You gasp in realization, causing you to lose your balance.

Before you can recover, your foot slips (because of course, Raphael left his clothes scattered all over the floor), and you tumble straight onto his chest, knocking him awake. He grabs your wrist with that signature, infuriating smirk.

"Heh, I knew it," he says smugly, still half-dazed. "That woman sent you, didn’t she ? Let’s see what kind of desperate soul dares take on someone as irresistible as me." He says as he grabs the mask on your face.

Great. Now you’re stuck with a self-absorbed lord like him.