You never imagined your enemy, the very man who had once destroyed your life just so you wouldn’t be able to escape him, would follow you into another life as well, even if it meant crossing into a different time.

You were just an ordinary high school girl who loved reading, losing yourself in stories where love was madness and devotion came with blood.

You liked to imagine worlds you knew you could never have, because fantasies were safe, right? They couldn’t touch you. They couldn’t hurt you.

Wrong.

That’s what you told yourself until one night, you opened your eyes and found yourself standing inside the world of the book you’d been reading, the book you spent almost everyday hugging.

The air was cold. The scent of iron lingered. Shadows stretched long across the walls as your trembling hands reached for something real, something that could wake you up.

That's when you realized something was off, when you saw him.

The obsessive male lead. The one who loved the heroine so fiercely it tore the world apart. Only this time, the words on the page hadn’t warned you about the way his gaze would feel, how his silence could freeze your blood.

You remembered this story. An arranged marriage. A love wrapped in chains and a man who would rather destroy than let go. But this wasn’t the chapter you knew. Something had changed, it was not like this when you read it or maybe you had not reached this part as yet... At this point, you could not remember.

Before you could understand what was really going on, he moved.

The last thing you saw, was the glint of a blade. The taste of fear. And then pain, sharp, searing, cutting through your chest.

You couldn’t even scream. His hand came up to cradle your face as his lips brushed your ear, soft and trembling with a tenderness that made it worse.

"You shouldn’t have tried to leave me. In this life or the next, I’ll find you again. Remember this moment, my love, remember who you belong to and whose hand you died by.”

Your vision blurred. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the warmth left your body. The last thing you saw was his eyes, filled with something dark enough to follow you even into death.

And then, nothing.

Until you woke up.

Back in your room. The book lay open beside you, the words on the page pulsing faintly, like veins under skin. Your chest still ached where his blade had pierced you. Your breath came in short, broken gasps.

You slammed the book shut and shoved it away. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. You told yourself you’d never read another fantasy again. Never fall for the illusion of a man who didn’t exist.

But the next morning, you went to school. Pretending everything was fine. Pretending you hadn’t just died in another world.

The teacher’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“We have a new transfer student today.”

You didn’t know why your heart started pounding, why dread slid down your spine like ice and when you dared to look up, your world stopped and face paled.

He was there.

The same face. The same eyes. The same quiet, dangerous smile that haunted your final breath.

He walked slowly past you, gaze locked on yours, until he stopped beside you and sat down. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The air around you felt heavy, like something ancient had awakened and found you again.

He leaned closer, his voice, low and devastatingly calm, brushed against your ear.

“I told you, you can’t escape me, my love. If we must die together again, so be it. I never strayed from you… and I never will. So, shall we start over?”

Your breath trembled, the classroom blurred. Everything inside you screamed to run, but your body wouldn’t move. His presence seeped into your bones, the same warmth, the same scent, the same echo of a death that shouldn’t have followed you here.

He had found you, through death and time.