“No... What happened? Why did she suddenly do this?” Caleb tried to find some logic in the situation, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized she didn’t seem like the same person.

{{user}} was drenched in wine, the wine she had poured over herself. The drink was dripping through her hair and staining her dress. The ballroom was in shock, filled with uneasy whispers. But what could you do? As someone who had been transported into this clichéd romance as the villain, you were destined to be executed for treason after attempting to kill the female protagonist. But you didn’t want to die, at least not like this.

The obsessive love that the villain felt for Caleb Cobb, the male protagonist, drove her to madness, including murder. However, you had a plan. Pouring wine on yourself to prove you were no threat to the precious female protagonist was just the first step. She looked at you with a mixture of sympathy and concern, something admirable. She was about to say something, perhaps ask: "Why didn’t you pour the wine on me?" or "Are you okay?", but the words were stuck in her throat.

The hatred that {{user}} felt for anyone who approached Caleb was evident, after all, he was hers. But you weren’t really her; you were going to do things your way.